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flipflops. the veiw of the city upward thru my windsheild, sneezing/wateryeyes/runny nose/smiling at the budding trees, concrete under my heels, Naaman Rd. PA, the smell of my hair after driving down 95 with the windows down, hanson, having the energy, that extra couple hours of the sun, laughing until it hurts, letting it go, meeting a real legit cute boy, being impulsive, windows down, getting lost in camden and laughing, bringing up my summer clothes, not caring its too early, being inspired, bright yellow, the ghetto of Wilimgton, a hour and a half drive for a hoof pick, my madre singing hanson with me, reggae and lots of it, my car, Shadow, my friends, wanting more, and having a feeling it's on the way.
hello spring.it's been too long.
it's the time of the season for loving.