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She had sandy hair and her eyes waved to me like the ocean. The freckles on her face wrinkled and time just froze warmly. I just wanted more than anything to hear the ripples of her voice reverberating on the walls on my heart.
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He had dark wild curly hair that reached for attention. His facial hair stirred my heart and reminded me of cookie batter. I just wanted more than anything to hear his melodious laugh hug my memory.
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Their bikes crashed into one another on the side walk and they couldn’t have been more grateful for the crash at first sight.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (2)
Oh I specially love this fable used to do the reminder.
Crash at first sight 😂😂😂😂😂 I have to say that I dont know how facial hair could remind someone of cookie batter.🤨