I can paint you an oil canvas painting with the prettiest field of wheat grass...where we can run forever and never tire out...and we can fly...up into the clouds
and run the clouds into our lungs as we fly higher and higher...it feels like...
...a blanket when you cover your head to ward off the boogeyman...you dont know if it will work, but somehow, it always does...it sounds like...
...the most beautiful peice of music that cant express the weakness my head feels every day from day dreams of you...
the love from one swan to another is said to be eternal...like ours...
...Estelle...
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