You live with crumbs. A gaze. A couple of words that weren’t even a greeting. You feel lucky. Lets you breath. Free. With no thoughts. Not looking for magic. Just enjoying the privilege of seeing her.

You live with crumbs. A gaze. A couple of words that weren’t even a greeting. You feel lucky. Lets you breath. Free. With no thoughts. Not looking for magic. Just enjoying the privilege of seeing her.
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