Breath where the wind blows. Live fast and die fun.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Towering Lovers
They met on a perfect day. They seemed perfect for each other. And it was the perfect time to fall in love. It was the perfect love story. But can there really be a perfect love story?
I don't brag about the deer that just jumped right in front of me and shot, instead, I hunger about going into the depths of the mountain and across oceans for that one mystical doe.
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