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The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

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Anna Godbersen
Age: 44
Born: 1980
Born: April 10
Writer
Berkeley
California
Orange
Sunset
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Crush
Pinks
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Pearly
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Stab
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