It's a January of overseas friends and long lost common cackles, piercing sun rays, flowers picked at 8am, lavender rubbed between fingertips, projects of whimsy to unwhimsical deadlines, heartbeats that race, magic that appears in photographs, beer filled afternoons and not a moment to stop and breathe. I run down a pier and take the biggest jump, free falling and delve into a cool embrace. Breathing is easier down here.
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beautiful, watery and so full of that good stuff called life.
i need to get out more.
wonderfully put!
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