It’s as if we’re standing side by side in a postcard of the beach at sunset you’re wearing a lemon sundress bare feet ginger hair sailing in the breeze and I’m facing you reaching over to pull you in and kiss you and you’re not real I’m not real the sun sinking under the sea isn’t real and it's better this way to imagine we're only two-dimensional figures photographed for a postcard for sale at any truck stop in the middle of the desert for a dollar and change.
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The Truth about Goats
Nice linkage of memory to postcards for the sake of holding it forever !
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Yes, and with the gentle reminder that memories are not always perfect or idyllic.
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Beautiful :”)
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Thanks.
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It is beautiful.
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Good one , nice reflection .
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Thank you.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you.
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