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7.24.18

like chocolate ice cream scooped high and just starting to melt in the warm sun that reddens your cheeks as it wraps you in a warm blanket like the cool breeze that breaks that heat in half as you sway to soft music playing and most of all like the small shoulder taps of love that wait in late moments with good people that are willing to sit by your side as you question the fabric of existence suddenly like these small things you know it will be okay