Days fade into a watercolour blur.

Memories swim and haunt you.

But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke.

Rises the moon.
Days fade into a watercolour blur. Memories swim and haunt you. But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke. Rises the moon.
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