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Spring makes me feel so nostalgic.
It's absolutely gorgeous outside, but I can't help missing everybody. I remember when we'd go to Bishop afterschool. Bishop is a really special place. It reminds of my childhood. Last year, when we were there together, I felt a kind of nostalgia for elementary school. The afternoon before April vacation, spring hanging in the air. I think it was raining. Maybe I'm combining a slew of similiar memories into one, a perfect, peaceful moment that instills a bittersweet emotion whenever I think about it. I love the swings. I love the tires, although I could not jump them until much later. To risk sounding incredibly cheesy, that place calls to me. I don't know if I should go there, now that you're not here.
I miss you. All of you.
It's absolutely gorgeous outside, but I can't help missing everybody. I remember when we'd go to Bishop afterschool. Bishop is a really special place. It reminds of my childhood. Last year, when we were there together, I felt a kind of nostalgia for elementary school. The afternoon before April vacation, spring hanging in the air. I think it was raining. Maybe I'm combining a slew of similiar memories into one, a perfect, peaceful moment that instills a bittersweet emotion whenever I think about it. I love the swings. I love the tires, although I could not jump them until much later. To risk sounding incredibly cheesy, that place calls to me. I don't know if I should go there, now that you're not here.
I miss you. All of you.