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Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Melting
Magic
Sometimes
Always
Love

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