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Feb
Feb
Storyteller
Quiet hour, laying nestled beneath imaginations. Her head resting upon his memories, the faint scent of affection still lingers. Recalling each frame that formed their moments, feeling the sensations that guided their journey, touching the pages of adoration that once told, their story.
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