If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.
—  Jamie Tworkowski
I had my chance, and sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have - not what you miss - and you move forward.
—   Jamie Ford, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet

Tomorrow is the 29th anniversary of “The Lost Boys”! It was one of the first “R-rated” horror flicks that I caught in theaters as a kid. To this day, it’s still one of my favorite horror films. It also remains high up in my ‘Top Ten Vampire Movies’.

Favorite Songs from Summer ‘15

Fuck The Summer Up- Leikeli47
Antidote, Drunk, 3500- Travi$ Scott Feat Future & 2Chainz
Wanna Be Cool, Familiar, Go- Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment
Lift Me Up, Senorita- Vince Staples
The Hills, Cant Feel My Face- The Weeknd
LSD, Electric Body Feat Schoolboy Q, Jukebox Joints Feat Kanye West, JD,-Asap Rocky
Freedom- Pharrell
Colassal, Rich $ex, Groupies, I Serve The Base, News or Somethin, Blow A Bag, March Madness (again), No Compadre,-Future Hendrix
Shutdown Remix Feat Idris Elba- Skepta
Finesse II, Lowlife, Mia Wallace- Lucki Eck$
My Way Remix- Fetty Wap x Drake
Halftime- Young thug
Been That Way, Sorry Not Sorry, Dont,-Bryson Tiller
California Roll Feat Stevie Wonder & Pharrell- Snoop Dogg
No Permission- Wiz Khalifa
Go all night- Hit Boy Feat Travis Scott
Good Times- Jamie xx
Jump Out The Face, Classic, R.i.c.o Feat Drake, Classic Feat Swizz Beatz & Future- Meek Mill
Tame Impala’s entire new album
Hotline Bling, Back to Back- Drake
Confused, JFKPSA- Kid Cudi
Compton: The Soundtrack- Dr. Dre

Top 25 Songs of 2015

1. Kendrick Lamar – Alright
2. Jamie xx – I Know There’s Gonna Be (Good Times) (ft. Young Thug & Popcaan)
3. The Wonder Years – Cigarettes & Saints
4. Kendrick Lamar – The Blacker the Berry
5. Vince Staples – Summertime
6. Chance the Rapper – Angels (ft. Saba)
7. Miguel – Leaves
8. Vince Staples – Lift Me Up
9. Kendrick Lamar – King Kunta
10. Ty Dolla $ign – Miracle / Wherever (ft. Big TC & D-Loc)
11. Jeremih – Oui
12. Miguel – Coffee
13. Drake – Hotline Bling
14. Kendrick Lamar – u
15. Mac Miller – Weekend (ft. Miguel)
16. A$AP Rocky – Everyday (ft. Rod Stewart, Miguel & Mark Ronson)
17. Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment – Familiar
16. Skrillex and Diplo – Where Are Ü Now (ft. Justin Bieber)
19. The Weeknd – The Hills
20. Pusha T – Crutches, Crosses, Caskets
21. The Wonder Years – Stained Glass Ceilings
22. Future – March Madness
23. The Weeknd – Can’t Feel My Face
24. Drake – Know Yourself
25. Leon Bridges – River

A Second Chance - Part 4

Wow… Long time no see on this story. So sorry for all of you who have been loving this story and tirelessly waiting for it to post. 

The inspiration for this story has been lacking, so any ideas please submit them to me. I do have anon asks open. 

You can find Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 all on my Master Fanfiction List.

Enjoy and as always please let me know what you think!

“Here? You’ve been staying here?” I asked, aghast.

Jamie nodded, a small smirk tugged at his lips at my look of disbelief. He reached out and helped me down from the horse.

“Aye, Sassenach. It’s no much, but it’s home.”

The small cave was well hidden behind leaves, flowers, and such thick branches of wild bushes that I was surprised he found it in the first place. The cave mouth showed the foot traffic of the wilderness, not a single sign of human disturbance.

My mouth hung open in horror and shock. No fire pit, blankets, comfort, or any sign of a home. Deep into the cave a barrel sat corked with a small wooden cup atop it and a roughly hewn plate beside it. He was surviving off the bare minimum, scraps, and hardship. My eyes started to water.

“How?” I questioned, my voice barely above a whisper, breaking with the unshed tears.

Jamie frowned, his left shoulder lifting up in a nonchalant shrug. “I’m doing what I must to survive.”

“So alone,” I whispered. Gently, I cupped his face and soothed my thumb across his prickly cheek bones. “I never want you to live this alone again. I’m here. Brianna is here. You have no need of this solitude.” I implored.

“Aye, but I do, Sassenach.” He said, then gripped the hand holding his face. “I must keep the family safe, more now than ever. Wi’ ye and wee Brianna here,” he paused, and shook his head. My fingers felt the fresh tears being shed streak down his face. “I canna let anything happen to ye. It would kill me, mo nighean donn. If the English were to come searchin’ and I was there, death would be all that would ensue.”

He breathed hard and pulled me against him, burying his face in my hair. I planted my free hand deep into his curls, stroking the tender skin surrounding his skull.

“I’ll never leave you.” I told him with conviction, “Never again. You sent me away once for my safety and nothing good has come from that separation. I cannot—no I will not—let you go on living this way. I need you, we need you. Please don’t banish yourself from us.”

I felt him sob into my hair in response. His hands tightened their grip around my waist.

“Mo Sorcha,” his voice was husky and broken, “Mo graidh. Tha gaol agam ort.” He kissed down from my forehead to my chest muttering broken whispers of Gaelic.

“Jamie,” I breathed out. “Jamie. Jamie.” His name was a chant, a mantra, a prayer that I couldn’t stop.

His nose dragged up the column of my throat, peppering kisses as he went. “Mo graidh, I need you.”

“Oh God!” I exclaimed. Jamie had ripped the laces free from my corset and flung it aside to free my breasts from their confines and into his mouth.

“Not God, Sassenach.” He laughed and bit down on my nipple. Pleasure rippled through me, a scream caught in my throat.

“Please,” I cried as he switched breasts, biting again. “Jamie, please!” I begged.

I could feel his smile against the sensitive, tender skin under my right left breast. His two-day old stubble scratching sensually as he tore his way through my stays.

“I like it when ye beg, Sassenach.” He wrenched my skirts from my body and I stood there in my shift, which hung loose atop my shoulders. The lightest touch and it would fall helplessly to the ground.

“Let’s see how much ye can take before ye are crying out for more.” Jamie’s hand gently cupped the curve of my shoulder, brushing my shift off causing it to pool on the ground. His right hand traced lightly down the swell of my breasts, to the now more rounded area of my stomach. His ring finger, stiff and unyielding, followed the silver lines of the stretch marks caused from my pregnancy with Bree.

I gasped in pleasure as his left hand went to where I wanted him to be the most. My hips bucked involuntarily. He leaned forward and bit my shoulder, then soothed the spot with his tongue.

The vibration of his voice sent spikes of pleasure through my body, though his words were lost on my lust addled brain.

“Jamie,” I attempted to say, unsure if the word was uttered or not.

His finger slipped inside me.  I threw my head back with a gasp, unable control myself. For the first time since that horrible day at the standing stones, I could feel. My body was on fire, the flames flicked up from my center to the tips of my breasts, all the way to my hairline causing my hair to stand on end. The slightest touch sent a convulsion of pleasure through me. I grunted in protest when Jamie’s hands released me and his touch disappeared from my skin.

“Shh, a graidh.” Jamie soothed. “Are ye goin’ to beg for me, Sassenach?”

I groaned at the tone of his voice, but shook my head. I would not give in. He let out a low growl and his hands were back on my arms, dragging me slowly closer to him. My nipples hardened further as they brushed against the wiry curls of his chest hair. My mind was too muddled to comprehend when he had undressed himself.

“Mo nighean donn,” he whispered, grabbing the backs of my thighs and hoisting me into his arms.

Jamie carried me deeper into the cave, but I didn’t care. He was there, in my arms, real, solid, hard beneath me.


“Next time ye say my name like that I’m taking it as ye beggin’ me.”

Jamie placed me on a fabric of some kind that lined the cave floor. The heat and weight of his body pinned me to the ground and to the present.

“Jamie!” I gasped as he entered me.

“What did I tell ye, Sassenach? Next time ye called my name like that…” He trailed off and thrust once, hard, causing me to grip his arms tight, both of us groaning in pleasure.

A rhythm that I never believed possible to find again became reality. The slow push and pull accompanied by heavy breaths enhancing each movement gradually became fast and frantic. I had no control over my body, my mouth, or my thoughts. I was lost to the overwhelming feeling that was Jamie.

“Christ, Sassenach!” Jamie cried, as his weight fell fully on top of me. A sweaty mass of limbs encircled me, pulling me ever tighter and himself ever deeper. “I didna believe it was possible,” he murmured into my skin.

“Hmm?” I muttered, still in a state of bliss.

“I ne’re believed to have this. This feeling of bein’ complete, mo nighean donn. I havena felt it since the day I sent ye through those cursed stones. Now to have ye here again,” he shook his head, tears forming in his eyes.

“I know what you mean, Jamie. I never thought I’d feel whole again, or loved.” I shakily found my words, and touched his cheek.

“I canna let ye go, Sorcha,” Jamie whispered, turning his head to kiss the palm of my hand.

“Then don’t,” I said simply.

A smile that made my heart skip a beat lit up his face at the same time that his needs became apparent once again.

“I canna get enough of ye, mo nighean donn,” he groaned, kissing my neck.

“There will never be enough time in the day to make up for what we lost.” I whispered back. “Take what you must, my love. I’ll willingly give you anything you desire.”

He rolled us, though, so that he was now below me. “No, Sassenach, take what ye must from me.”

Cautiously, I rolled my hips, gaining my bearings once again. Jamie’s face contorted in pleasure at the motion. I steadied myself, my hands gripping his chest, and started moving in that way that caused his face to contort into a look of pure ecstasy.

The more we reconnected, the more I could feel my heart and soul stitch itself back together.

I was finally, home.

Claire Goes Back Pt. 3

Part 1 & Part 2

    Warm, cozy and still in the early state of still sleeping yet almost conscious I did not want to fully come back to reality. The sounds and smells of Lallybroch were so tangible and just as I remembered. I felt myself smiling at the thought, I knew that in a moment I would wake up to find the cold, sterile bedroom in Boston. Frank’s side of the bed untouched, a happy squeal from Brianna to fully rouse me and the bustle of cars would be heard shortly. I so wanted my dream to be real, I could almost feel Jamie laying behind me, I could smell his unique muskiness— sweat, smoke and whisky. Sighing I resigned myself to the fact that my dream of bringing Brianna back through the stones, back to Jamie was just that, a dream, and opened my eyes. The blue walls of the Laird’s room in Lallybroch greeted me. The solid wood four-poster surrounding me, and Jamie really was there sitting up beside me holding a smiling Brianna on his lap.
   I bolted upright taking in the sight of my daughter, smiling, laughing, playing, sitting with her father.
    It wasn’t a dream. I was in Lallybroch, Bree is with me, we made. Oh thank the Lord we did make it!
    “Good mornin’ Sassenach.” Jamie said to me and leaned over to kiss me. All I could do was smile.
    “MAMMA!” Brianna launched herself off her father’s lap and into mine.
    “Ooof!— Good morning Bree.” Brushing back her sweet, unruly red curls I marveled at the moment we were having. A family moment; Our first morning as a family.
    “Have you been having fun with your father?” Her little face scrunched up, nose wrinkled and a scowl on her face strikingly similar to Jamie’s.
    “Da told me to call him Da, no father.”
    Laughing I hugged her to me, “Well alright then, have you been having fun with Da?”
    “Yes!” Her little voice squealed as she launched herself back at Jamie and snuggled up against his chest giggling.
    “We’ve been playing and talking a little bit while you were sleeping. We dinna wake ye did we, mo nighean donn?”
    “No you didn’t wake me, though I wish you did. I love seeing you with her.”
    “This, ye being here with the bairn is more than a dream. I woke this mornin’ swearing it wasna real, that I was back in my cave dreamin’ ye were here.” His face looked so wistful and forlorn, tears were forming in his eyes as he continued. “I’ve dreamt of ye many times Sorcha, you and the bairn. To wake up and be able to touch ye,” shaking his head, “that’s something I’ve ne’er been able to do before. Then to look over to see this bonnie lass babbling away on the o’er side of me… I canna lose ye again Sorcha.”
    Tears streaming down my face understanding exactly what he was talking about, the feelings he was experiencing, I couldn’t lose him again either. Placing my hand to his cheek I told him just that. Bree sensing the swell of emotions from both her parents wrapped her little arm around Jamie’s neck and the other hand grabbed my arm where it was still extended touching Jamie’s cheek.
    “Mo nighean rudiah, mo ghaol ort.”
    “Wasat mean Da?”
    “It means I love you my red haired lass.”
    “Mo ni, mo ni”
    “Mo ghaol ort.”
    “Maul goo,” Bree’s face scrunched up with concentration, “maul goo or-or-”
    Laughing Jamie kissed the small crease between her eyebrows, “We can start our Gaelic lessons later, mo nighean rudiah.” Looking up at me I could see the tears flowing again from Jamie’s eyes. The longing for a family, the love he never thought he’d be able to physically share shining bright in his eyes.
    “I believe ye said ye brought me something Sassenach, or was I making up something in my tiredness?”
    “No—no, you weren’t imagining things. Give me just a moment and I’ll get it for you.”
    Reluctantly leaving the warmth of the bed, I walked over to the small pouch I had carried with me on the journey. Softly handing him the leather pouch, Jamie readjusted Bree so she was centered between his legs and his arms framed her as he opened the pouch in front of her. First he pulled out the wrapped and framed copies of Bree’s first pictures, he smile brightened as he traced the small black and white newborn photos. A handwritten copy of Bree’s birth certificate was next, listing her birthdate in 1746 and one James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser as her father. Jamie’s hands shook when he saw the document tracing her name and his below.
    “Even on the birth certificate from 1948 I had your name on the father line. She wasn’t Frank’s and never could be.”
    “Thank-you Sassenach.”
    “There’s more.” I urged him.
    Reaching into the bag he found the one custom of the 20th Century I wanted to bring back with me, a male wedding band.
    “It’s a bonnie ring, but why give it to me?”
    “Look at it closer, Jamie.”
    Around the band was the same intricate celtic pattern as my own silver wedding band, on the inside was engraved:

     ‘…So We Two May Be One - C&J’

    “In my time men also wear a ring as a symbol of their fidelity for one woman, that they are spoken for eternally. Will you wear it?”
    Smiling Jamie slipped it onto his left ring finger. “I’d wear it to match yours but as ye can see my right hand still gives me trouble.” Grabbing his hands I kissed the stiff ring finger and then the one holding my brand. “I was wondering about that. I haven’t taken this ring off since they day you placed it on my hand. Will you take it off of my right hand and place it on my left?”
    Bewildered, Jamie slowly nodded, “Aye, I can do that. What about your other ring?”
    Handing him my hands so he could see for himself, only one ring was present— his.
    “Ye said you’ve never taken this ring off?” Nodding to him I watched as he slowly pulled the ring off my finger, “Then have ye no seen the inscription?”
    “Aye, something extra I added just for you.”
    Handing me the ring, I looked inside the band and sure enough there it was,
      ‘Da mi basia mille…’

    My hand went to my mouth to cover a sob. The poem we received as a wedding present from Hugh Monroe etched next to my skin without me ever knowing.
    “Oh Jamie…”
    “I wanted ye to ken even then that I loved ye and I would do anything for ye.”
    Thrusting my left hand to him I asked, “Will you put it on the finger it’s meant to be on?”
    Nodding Jamie slipped the silver wedding band onto the finger it will stay on forever.
   “Thank-you. It wouldn’t have felt right to move it there myself. You’re the one who gave it to me, it had to be you to move it.”
    “You’ll ne’re have to worry about moving mine, Sassenach. It’ll stay where you put it just as ye have stayed in my heart since the day I met you. I will say it is a different sort of tradition, but not one I dislike. They already know I’m yours but showing them in another way wilna hurt them.” Smiling, a large cat who got the canary, smile Jamie gathered me into his arms squishing Bree between us, eliciting giggles from her.
    “Thank-you Sassenach, truly. You came back to me, brought back my child, and these wee gifts of love. I canna ask for more.”
    “Well I can ask for more.”
    “Yes. I want us to live as a family.”
    “That will be difficult right now with the Red Coats patrolling looking for me. As often as I can I will come home to ye both.”
    “James Fraser, I did not come all this way for you to still live in a cave!”
    “I canna have you in danger, you or Bree. I’ll stay away to keep you safe!”
    “We could leave…”
    “Go back to France. We could be together and you wouldn’t be hunted in France.”
    “Maybe no, but I’ll no risk the family. You said I would be in the cave for seven years, then the Red Coats will be less prominent and then we can take our place as Laird and Lady for good.”
    “We’ll shall see. This discussion is not over, but if we continue Bree will not be happy for missing her breakfast.”
    Nodding Jamie handed Bree to me, quickly donned his kilt, picked Bree back up and headed towards the kitchen. In the kitchen with Mrs. Crook was like stepping back in time. The look, the feel, the smells all resonated within me saying, ‘Welcome home.’
    Jamie came around from behind me and circled my waist in his arms, kissing the side of my head.
    “Dinna think you’ve won this battle, Sassenach.” He whispered, kissed me again and smarted me on the bum before grabbing a few bowls of parrtich to take to the table for Bree and himself.

part 4

Second chances

Jamie looked at the soldier as the man bent down to look at him. “Come on I’ll take you somewhere safe” the soldier scooped the boy up.

It wasn’t long before he was knocking on the brothels door. He knew redcoats weren’t allowed in the brothel but he didn’t know where to put the boy.

During Mumford & Sons headlining set on the festival’s What Stage, frontman Marcus Mumford proclaimed that Bonnaroo just might be “the best festival in America, if not the world.” The guitarist/singer/ mandolinist/drummer extraordinaire made his statement before explaining the important part that the state of Tennessee played in his musical development. However, last night’s performance was more grounded in the present than the past, as the band sought to redeem itself after canceling their headlining slot just a few days prior to Bonnaroo 2013.

The British four-piece was flanked by a pair of horn players when they took the stage before a massive and densely packed audience. What followed was a crowd-pleasing show that shifted between the acoustic instrumentation of band’s first two albums and the electric—though no less electrifying—sound of their latest effort Wilder Mind.

Mumford and Sons also took some time to thank Jack Johnson for taking over their headlining spot at the last minute after bassist Ted Dwane’s emergency brain surgery forced them to cancel two years ago. Marcus Mumford then recalled the band’s first Bonnaroo in 2010, where they met Ed Helms (of The Office and The Hangover fame), before inviting the comedian, actor and banjo player to join them on stage for “Awake My Soul.” Other highlights included a full on singalong during “I Will Wait for You,” a bombastic “Thistle & Weeds,” a fireworks display, and an encore that featured the hit “Little Lion Man,” just to name a few. However, the night’s biggest moment came at the very end of the show, when Mumford & Sons invited a bevy of guests—including My Morning Jacket’s Jim James and Patrick Hallahan, Dawes’ Taylor Goldsmith, Hozier, rock photographer and harmonica player Danny Clinch, War on Drugs saxophonist Jon Natzhez and more—for an appropriate, one-of-a-kind cover of The Beatles’ “With a Little Help from My Friends.”

Only a couple of hours before some of them joined Mumford on stage, one of the bands that helped make Bonnaroo what is today spent two hours reminding everyone how they did it and, from the looks of it, they had a lot of fun in the process. Jim James didn’t say much during My Morning Jacket’s 8 PM set on the What Stage, but his periodic triumphant poses told us all that we needed to know. 

In their fifth appearance on The Farm—and their second on the festival’s main stage—the Louisville, KY-based rockers dug into their catalog for a set that was heavy on older material. While the group is currently touring in support of their latest release, The Waterfall, they only went into four songs from the album, as the rest of the set was filled with classics like “Mahgeetah,” “I’m Amazed,” “Gideon,” “Touch Me I’m Going to Scream Pt 2.,” “Evil Urges” and a beautifully haunting “Dondante” that brought the show to its peak.

Earlier sets on the What Stage included a wellreceived early evening performance by Irish singersongwriter Hozier, who took the crowd to church on a Saturday, and a pleasant opening set from Trampled by Turtles, who laid a foundation of string music in anticipation of Mumford and Sons’ headlining set. The Which Stage also pulled some large crowds throughout Saturday, especially during a highly anticipated set from Childish Gambino—the hip-hop alter ego of actor and comedian Donald Glover. The rapper followed blues-guitar revivalist Gary Clark Jr., who also drew in a number of fans with his laidback, old-school style. 

The Which Stage had something for everyone yesterday, as festival darlings and indie rockers The War on Drugs once again proved themselves to be consummate professionals as they worked through much of their magnificent 2014 album Lost in the Dream with precision and grace. Earlier in the day, Carolina Chocolate Drops frontwoman Rhiannon Giddens proved that she could go it alone with an uplifting set that drew from her new debut solo album Tomorrow is My Turn, while Malian exiles Songhoy Blues opened the day with their blend of rock, funk, reggae and West African rhythms.

Saturday featured plenty of other standout performances, including an excellent That Tent set from Nashville-based alternative country torchbearer Sturgill Simpson. “This is either a beautiful things or we’re a bunch of stupid ass people for being out in this heat,” he noted, no doubt echoing the thoughts of the countless Bonaroovians that were braving the day’s 90 degree weather. Simpson and his band dug deep into one of many jams—much of the setlist came from his psychedelia-tinged 2014 LP Metamodern Sounds in Country Music—which allowed him to perform in front of an unabashedly trippy visual display that few country musicians could pull off. That Tentalso saw sets from singersongwriter Bahamas, while an assortment of musicians paid tribute to Nigerian oneman-funk-band William Onyearbor during the “Atomic Bomb” show. 

This Tent kept delivered a varied lineup as well, with an afternoon set from psych-rock masters Woods and an hour of power pop from Bleachers—the ‘80s-inspired side project of Jack Antonoff, who hails from Bonnaroo veterans fun. and Steel Train. Slayer also graced This Tent, unleashing a heavy dose of metal into the generally laid back Bonnaroo atmosphere. 

Fans of electronic dance music were able to get their fill over at the Other Tent, which hosted sets from remix masters Jamie XX and SBTRKT, while neosoul singer-songwriter SZA and indie-rockers PHOX also dropped by for earlier sets While music may be the selling point for Bonnaroo, Saturday was nevertheless filled with an assortment of entertainment options, including a Comedy Theatre that welcomed Chris Hardwick, Ralphie May, Jeff Ross and others. 

The festival’s roots in improvisational music were kept alive in—of all places—the Cinema Tent, where virtuoso jazz drummer Antonio Sanchez put a new, off-the-cuff spin on his acclaimed score for Birdman during a livescoring of the Academy Award winning film. 

Late night highlights abounded at the SuperJam where Jon Hamm and Zach Galifianakis introduced the proceedings. Highlights included Rhiannon Giddens performing the Police’s “Roxanne,” Jack Antonoff and SZA joining forces on the Queen/David Bowie tune “Under Pressure,” and hip-hop throwback numbers from Chalie 2na, Cherub, Reggie Watts, Chance The Rapper and DNC. Elsewhere on site, Robe Rage at Snake & Jake’s Christmas Club Barn featured a set from Grupo Fantasma who performed on Friday as Brownout Presents Black Sabbath. Meanwhile Bassnectar appeared on the Which Stage while D’Angelo returned to Bonnaroo, following his 2012 appearance in the SuperJam, for an animated set at This Tent. 

When all was said and done, with so many stellar acts to choose from at all times, Saturday seemed to confirm what Marcus Mumford suggested, that Bonnaroo is the best festival in America, and yes, the world. 

By Sam D’Arcangelo 

Take my chance, risk it all

Characters/ Pairing : Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count : 1004 (With lyrics)

Warnings : Smut, feelings.

A/N : This is my collaboration for @teamfreewill-imagine Jamie’s Twientieth Birthday Celebration. (You’re gonna be 20, so young!).

Song : ‘You’ll accomp’ny me(I’ve never heard this song to be honest. Now is on my playlist.)

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A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight

The sky is starlit and the time is right 

And still you’re tellin’ me you have to go

 Before you leave there’s something you should know

Yeah something you should know babe

A warm summer breeze started blowing when they walked out of the bar, her hair twirled all around, flowing freely, just like her, the statics already forming in the air making a few strands stand still. She laughed so hard at it.

A few thunderbolts could be seen on the far horizon but the storm would take its sweet time to get there, stars still illuminated the black sky.

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