(Peony Tulips) She reminds him of every good day he's ever had. Every summer spent in fields of grass. Every sunrise. Every sunset. She tastes like dew and smells light light. And when she speaks, it's like someone slowly plucking the strings of a guitar, a sadly beautiful song starting to play all it's own. And he loves her.

(Peony Tulips) She reminds him of every good day he's ever had. Every summer spent in fields of grass. Every sunrise. Every sunset. She tastes like dew and smells light light. And when she speaks, it's like someone slowly plucking the strings of a guitar, a sadly beautiful song starting to play all it's own. And he loves her.

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