Monday, May 16, 2011

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In the early morning as the moonlight glistens on soft, sweet dew that covers tender blades of grass; my arms are longing to hold you.

When the twinkle of the stars gives way to the glory and warmth of the sun as it slowly climbs over the mountain tops; my lips long to kiss you.
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Candice Witherington
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