A blue ceilinged sky lit by yellow lights of night, the trails of music fill the air behind her. She feels the breeze pass by, the scent of the lake lingering for a moment. The streets are filled with life, these streets never sleep. Always moving. Always going. She follows the ends of the music inside the mother of Blues. She catches a
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i love it!
and i miss you like a ho. you'd be going nuts with the photo ops out here.
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PS Have you found a job?
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and me and mikaela are already planning the thanksgiving trip photo shoots. i cannot wait to come see you.
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