
The years come and go until the #date finally fades into the glut of memories. When he realizes he’s passed the souldark pull of that cold November day without noticing, he lays flowers on her grave, nestled joyfully in the last of his grief.
Tales from a Messy Workbench!
The years come and go until the #date finally fades into the glut of memories. When he realizes he’s passed the souldark pull of that cold November day without noticing, he lays flowers on her grave, nestled joyfully in the last of his grief.
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