-A tiny drop of water captured within a petal on my windshield.
-Talking to my good friend Pierce after way to long, and thoroughly enjoying the conversation. We didn't waste much time talking about why we hadn't called. We just picked up where we had left off.
-Wearing old, comfy shorts that I think were my Dad's at some point. They're from Mazatlan, although they are so well-loved you can barely read the lettering on them.
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