Between Bootstraps & Bicycles Built for Two
She dreamed in picnics and sunsets & flowers picked by hand, but life kept handing her bouquets of disappointment, gilded boxes of…
Every now and then, sadness would well up in her, rising like a tide because she was a bicycle-built-for-two kind of girl. An initials-carved-into-a-tree girl. A girl meant for candlelit-dinners-for-two.
She dreamed in picnics and sunsets and flowers picked by hand, but life kept handing her bouquets of disappointmen…
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