moon phases

This is my love, Casey. I once believed that we could only plant our own gardens and decorate our own souls. Then came Casey. I was wrapped in warmth like the sunshine and my soul blossomed again. My garden, once frozen and deadened by bitterness has filled once again with beauty and life. Thank you Casey for the masterpiece that is you.
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