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Sunday, July 07, 2013


We dance in the rain in outfits right out of the seventies. We listen to Billy Joel and Imagine Dragons and let our hair be natural. We stare at the clouds and see dinosaurs and hearts. We eat popsicles and watch the Lorax.

We go hiking and walk up the river. We jump into the waterfall, we run from the bees. We jump into the lake with our clothes on. We float on tubes and chase after baby ducks. We go to get curtsey cones and can't come back because you insult the chef.

We ride to the store and buy Gelato. We bribe my sister to take us to the movies. We sneak spoons past the employees and eat our icecream right there in the movie.

We ride our bikes to the PG pool. We see old friends and people we didn't want to see. We race down the slides and you beat me every time. We yell at idiots and spy from the hot tub. We buy water bottles and ignore the drinking fountain. We got lost on the way up but back is fast.

We go to your house and steal your otterpops. We eat homemade popcorn and talk about babies. We drive home and take the long way. We talk about life and fears and all the things we don't understand. I get sleepy and wish I knew the right words to say. You tell me it doesn't matter. You just wanted to talk.

I find it hard to post in the summer. Each day something happens to blog about but in the summer I stop caring about showing the world that I lived. I start caring a little more about the actual living.

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