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Arm In Arm Through Unc-Charlotte
Nostalgia captures my lone heart’s ear as I drift along these mournful days. Not sad for a life lost to death, but of affections lost to time. I’m fearful of not gaining back the memories I lust to relive. So as the clock continues to tick, the bell tower also chimes. The tune it sings brings me to you, in mind, walking through autumn paths, our faces full, newly kindled love. We walked on brick that matched the leaves of red and orange, like the twilight sky. The crisp air bit at her nose and cheeks, turning them pink while we laughed along sincerely to each other’s faults and quirks. Her genuine smile lightened her eyes of hazelnut with a dark green ring bursting from the center and staring, somehow, into your innermost desires, disarming you with her gentle ways and soft spoken tongue with dreamy voice. Her hair flowed like a breeze through a grassy field, the color of a deep golden brown. She looked at me, wide eyed, with passion, oblivious to the chilling wind which reddened her cheeks relentlessly as her stare bore into my longing heart. Her look had caught me in a snare as we wandered, arm’s linked, in autumn air.
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