Two friends, 365 days.
anything is possible when the sun shines here.
when we were little, my brother and i would lick marshmallows and try to stick them to the other person’s forehead. gross/funny.
neon
ruckus, crowd and music, but without sounds party details are often prettiest
penguin viewing vortex
connecticut meatstravaganza
empty buckets, full hearts.
gail, westport
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