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Is what I use to trace your presence through the tapestry of my day.
Just tiny sunbursts and stars, here and there. Enough to lend a touch of colour; not enough to take it over.
Not that I didn't want it to, you understand.
It's just that I ran out of thread.
Just tiny sunbursts and stars, here and there. Enough to lend a touch of colour; not enough to take it over.
Not that I didn't want it to, you understand.
It's just that I ran out of thread.