I like long romantic walks on the beach.... Poetry readings. Bird watching is always a fetching thing to do on days when the weather is just right... I love to listen to faint waves murmur and subside as they lap onto the shore. I love sensitive men who cry and read books about philosophy and love. At night I escape from my abode and watch the sun set on the horizon, i dream of far away lands as a tear trickles down my forlorn face. Ah, (I breathe a sigh of relief) as the sun finally sets and night has fallen all around me like snow on a winters day... except it's night. And I retire to my room and dream about lillies, fairies, butterflies, angels, and all things pleasant.Haha, Bird watching!! Ah.... that's good. I must admit... oh by the way the "sensitive" man I was talking about, he must have a mustache... a handle bar mustache to be precise and his name needs to be Longfellow or something old-timey. Anyone who knows me...will know if my profile is true. I'm testing you all... will you pass?Layout
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