It's a freezing cold March 2nd afternoon and I suddenly had a wistful longing for a summer afternoon, barefoot in someone's backyard, eating a freshly grilled ear of corn with dirty hands.
oh yes. also watermelon juice running down my chin and new freckles poppin out on my nose :)
is the most depressing season ever.
thanks, friends, for abandoning me.
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