19 years old:
we got frappes at a hippie cafe and walked along the lakeshore to a lighthouse
and met the cutest puppy and watched the neatest birds
and a plane flew right over us from far away.
we climbed over rocks and talked about driftwood
and art and a little bit of everything, really.
it was short, but good.
i wanna see you.
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