The air reminds me of you. The summer smells that fill it remind me of you. The noises outside my window remind me of you. And the light. The beautiful, frail summer light -- is yours. Just because you never gave too much. But always. Enough.
This one is mine. But also yours. Did I ever say thank you?
Joss Stone – Newborn
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