If it’s the beaches, if it’s the beaches’ sands you want, then you will have them. If it’s the mountains, bending rivers, then you will have them. If it’s a wish to run away, then I will grant it. Take whatever you think of, while I go gas up the truck. Pack the old love letters up, we will read them when we forget why we left here.
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charminglymisanthropic said:
I super dig when you post Avett love.
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