soul meets body

A montage of photos, videos, links, audio, and other random soundbytes that catch the general attention of this eighteen-year-old college junior named Ross

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Tue Aug 26
The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was very short. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Edward held out his hand. Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home. Bella Swan, Breaking Dawn
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