Love Storm He wiped his goggles with the back of his glove, scraping away the layer of ice that had gathered there. Dark clouds collected together above, but he stared ahead. A snowflake landed on his shoulder as the wind began to pick up.* * *Gerald was 41. Julia was 23. No one ever believed they would make it this far, but here they stood. He noticed her shapely curves under the white silk, pulled tight against her slim figure. She was light on his arm as they walked as one down the velvet centre towards the priest. As they stopped together, he glanced towards her. Beneath the veil, he could see her smiling; her eyes flickered between h
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Well done. (:
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/l、 Meow?
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It's like it glows.
That must have been one bright light source you used.
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glass images
glass studio images
photography images
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Kara: "What's a rhombus?"
Hunter:"It looks like a square that got the crap beat out of it"
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Kara: "What's a rhombus?"
Hunter:"It looks like a square that got the crap beat out of it"