We hiked for hours.
Over hills, tall as towers.
Our feet ached,
Begging for a short break.
We finally sat on a rotting log.
Looked over the lake’s fog.
A sunset of gray, hidden by clouds,
My hand in hers, my mind unweary.
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Primitive Poetry 
A surprise moment beautifully shared
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Awww fangirling over here
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Nice!
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Wow. That… is.. fucking really sticking. Yo me. I mean. I have weird as stuff associations with symbols.
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Sharing a moment surrounded by nature’s beauty. It doesn’t get much better than this.
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