"All the trees were throwing fireworksof blossom, the air was thick
with pollen and the brand-new smell of leaves.
We drove back roads in the watermelon dusk,
then tangled around each other, delirious
as honeybees working wisteria."
I just took a long sunset walk and it's made me all wistful for things I don't have, like long hair, laughter that rings like bells, and a hand to hold that doesn't want to let go. Best out of three isn't a bad thing to hope for.
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