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The past is only the future with the lights on..

"You are a hot cup of coffee on December morning. An ice-cold shower in the middle of July.
You are rain tapping out secret messages on my window, whispering untold stories of our future on an island not known to man.
I am going to love you as fiercely as ocean winds that rip through the clouds, like tigers' teeth and bear claws.
Like wolves making midnight wishes on amber moons that resonate across the sky that twinkles like movie-star smiles, and shake every last tree in the forest."