free-style
FREE STYLE
the moon hung upon the night sky... the stars looked like they were twinkling eyes... The reflection on the water.... golden shinny silver..... it seemed like you were right there.... A memory a thought ... to take me back there.... where we use to sit.... on the banks of the shore.... I hope one day I have this and more......
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