So many butterflies, she lost count. Petals as far as the eye can see. Lilting voices overheard among the trees. Dark air barely skimming your arm, through a summer window.
What she gave you, you cannot give back.
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So many butterflies, she lost count. Petals as far as the eye can see. Lilting voices overheard among the trees. Dark air barely skimming your arm, through a summer window.
What she gave you, you cannot give back.
Breathtaking, Brenna.