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for pretty when the wind blows

5/27/2016 c1 25sprinkled clean
Flowed nicely in my head when I was reading it, it really felt like someone's story, or a love letter, or a ballad. My favourite lines, probably the only one I'll remember vaguely about this, would be /light me a candle and let the wax melt into a puddle of forget-me-nots so you will always remember me in spring/

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