Her kiss burned my tongue, dulling the taste of any lovers that followed.
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J.L. (via wnq-writers)
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“ The lake, though the objects on the shore were fading, seemed brighter than when it is a perfect day, & the Island pushed itself upwards, distinct & large—all the shores marked. —Dorothy Wordsworth, 02.23.1802
[Andrew Wyeth]
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