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March 26, 2009

Written by starsnatcher

And we were alive right then. There was no sun, but there were stars. There was no wind, but there was air, air to remind us we were alive. And the whole night, out on the lawn shivering in the dew as it tread lightly over the grass, over our eyelids and cheeks, we dreamt of each other.