Chris Martin

The Art of Being...“How’s Steph?” “Steph is good, the best I’ve been lately,” she replied. “And how’s Will?”The Art of Being...
“Good, I’m glad. And, Will is good.”
And this is the part where those genuine smiles come in, for the responses to those questions are rarely as they were.
The only invasion of their solitude was traces of light that crept through the stitches of the soft quilt. Side by side they laid and watched their fingertips brush back and forth as they held up the makeshift tent that sheltered them. He rolled over and let his back hold up the blankets, resting o
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The KEY is free; FREEDOM is love.
btw, awesome gallery.
*watches you*
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The crimson lust will pour from your cold wounds at the time of your shrill demise...
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