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By Anonymous

As I look up at the dark sea-sky The Plaza lights my only stars, I think about the country house Where you and I shared our dream. But now you're a world away. For ye...

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By brookeemily GOLD
Manhasset, New York
brookeemily GOLD, Manhasset, New York
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Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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By Anonymous
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By brookeemily GOLD
Manhasset, New York
brookeemily GOLD, Manhasset, New York
18 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Poetry
By brookeemily GOLD
Manhasset, New York
brookeemily GOLD, Manhasset, New York
18 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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By Anonymous
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By brookeemily GOLD
Manhasset, New York
brookeemily GOLD, Manhasset, New York
18 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Poetry
By brookeemily GOLD
Manhasset, New York
brookeemily GOLD, Manhasset, New York
18 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Poetry
By brookeemily GOLD
Manhasset, New York
brookeemily GOLD, Manhasset, New York
18 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Poetry
By brookeemily GOLD
Manhasset, New York
brookeemily GOLD, Manhasset, New York
18 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby