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Mr. Cool, the romantic, has a secret. Will his little gift steal her heart?
A fleeting dancer, a galactic script upon the wall, I knew I’d photographed a dream. Awakening is near…
His eyes seemed to apologize for not sharing the same level of stress as those around him.
It may lack the beauty or fragrance of other flowers, but it possesses a far more precious treasure: TIME.
With autumn’s hues and his beacon lit he plunges into the night of his life.
Against the wall, the waiting stretches out. A child’s gaze, a mirror of a mystery to come.
Within the magic door, dance was the rhythm of life.
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