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So they drove on towards hope through rose colored clouds. ‘Time is always right’ she said. “Time is right.” She was dazzling... It seemed that he was the only one who knew that her desire for the dark site fooled their big smiling world once again. Summer was about to take the last moist smell of spring. Calmly buttering the future. Life isn’t more than a spark of hundreds of magnificent moments, collected to one big happy memory.. mostly tho, life is a bunch of crab, a shitload of undetectable feelings and rethinking of your decisions — I suppose you must touch suffer in order to find soul and peace.  Her dream must have seemed so close that she could hardly fail to grasp it. She decided to love him from the beginning to the middle, to where things bloomed back in June. Perfectly groomed and dressed with the world’s weight she had never chosen to bear.