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I don't want to forget a single moment of yesterday, our first real day of spring. Waking up next to you, riding my bike (thank you thank you thank you) to school for the first time, listening in to the history of jazz class, Caravaggio, the art ladies and their buttons, laying in the sun and the first few chapters of The Motorcycle Diaries, walking around Clifton for hours, taking so many photographs, Calexico & Broken Social Scene, the sunburn on my cheeks, the inevitable rebellion, watching the sunset from a class room window and not even being upset. Just breathing feeling smiling laughing watching listening. Just being alive.
