Twinkling stars lit up the night sky as we tried to figure out the constellations, only to give up in a few seconds.
The waves came crashing, one right after another. White foamy salty water brushing against our feet, jolting us from our reverie
Bah, who cares... we continued to remain lost in our Love..
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“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap”
Leave behind a few words from your garden so i can collect them,weave them into a colorful tapestry called Memories... :)