Life As a Lyric
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It was much like peeking through the lace of a sheer window curtain, barely moving in the late spring breeze, constantly searching from behind a wall of assumed anonymity. Glancing sideways
It was much like peeking through the lace of a sheer window curtain, barely moving in the late spring breeze, constantly searching from behind a wall of assumed anonymity. Glancing sideways
