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			<title>Elizabeth</title>
			<description>Today is perfect, and I use that word in lack of a better one. My hand is resting comfortably on your thigh and I can hear your soft breathing against my neck. I contest that in no way my shoulder can provide much if any comfort, yet you rest quietly. The waves lap against the shore and the sunlight..</description>
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