Prologue

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As the sweet chirping of the birds, singing into our ears with a beautiful song.

The touch of his lips crashing into my smaller ones, swallowing this whole magical moment with me.

The light color of pink to white blossoms, peeling off the tree that we always saw together.

As the petals fell to the green sparkling grass, there was a spring memory to be remembered forever..

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