It was a beautiful morning.. so fresh.. like a morning on the beach
like that morning when you walked out of that old house..
you were 18 and maybe I was 19.. and
I ‘d never seen anything so beautiful..
you, coming out of that glass door in the early morning still sleepy..
Isn’t that strange?
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