In passing

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Our walk tonight was beautiful. We took the little streets we don't. We picked up food along the way. We left nothing to tomorrow. The light was pale, almost sad, but the quiet colours were all there. Every moment of it was real until it wasn't. I will remember this evening as one that ebbed and flowed more than an evening should.

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