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söndag 25 januari 2015

The Prince

I look at you and I see a future. It is made of adventure and skydiving and motorcycles and mountains to conquer. I look at you and I see a man. He doesn't like to fight, but he knows that walking away is not always and option. I see frailty and scars, but determination and bravery supersedes the fear. I see an open mind and self-respect and a sturdy frame that remains balanced. I look at you as you pull on my heart strings with your words; your broad, handsome face, your hands waving about as you explain scientific theories to me.

And I turn into gold.

Elin Ruth Sigvardsson – When I Leave

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