He had always loved Port Owen and it's roughly plastered

Unfazed by storms or fires ablaze, I dwell in moments,

  Oh, how I yearn to see you, feel your

The sun beat with an unevenged fury as the men

The wind howled, whipping through the salt-kissed air as James

Within a realm of reveries, where desires dance, A young

"Don't," I said. She was startled and looked at me.

"Hi," she said. Luke looked back at her and smiled.

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