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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
Color
Pearly
Firsts
Oranges
First
Stab
Love
Blaze
Like
Vibrant
Orange
Sunset
Purples
Crush
Pinks

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