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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Isle of Man.
You haunt my dreams in the most beautiful way.
Were you a dream?
Our time together seems as though it were but a fleeting breath.
Then, now and always at the mere thought of you, t
ime stops. I have peace of mind.
Oh, how I miss thee.
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