oh, the powerful punch of music!
listening to yann tiersen as i imagine peddling through a french field of mustard, my sweetheart at my side and my arms spread-eagle, bearhugging the wind. a small peck on his cheek, a small trace of his neck, a little soak of the sun. the quiet countryside, us, and a rickety bicycle.
perfect!
listening to yann tiersen as i imagine peddling through a french field of mustard, my sweetheart at my side and my arms spread-eagle, bearhugging the wind. a small peck on his cheek, a small trace of his neck, a little soak of the sun. the quiet countryside, us, and a rickety bicycle.
perfect!
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