she'd write, quoting
the singer quoting
the story quoting
the poet quoting
an old play.
She would only warn me once.
- David Stankiewicz 'My First Beatrice'
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Kennebunk, Maine
About Me
- Hunter
- A lover of all things inspiring and beautiful. An aspiring journalist. Striving to always choose the brightest future.
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