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morning after

Morning coffee, big back porch, breathing in the cool wet air.Raindrops dancing over the river.  A peaceful silence as my thoughts ran like wildfire through my head about the delightful evening before. Complete and utter happiness. left somewhat  in a daze.

My own little fairytail. I never imagined in my wildest dreams i could have such raw, truthful, and passionate love for anouther person. Letting go of all my rears, falling blissfully right into happily ever after.

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