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156 We floated on our backs. We counted all the stars. Happiness, on this night, was ours.
Week 149 Boris Smokrovik. via Unsplash I see you looking fine in your flashy yellow suit. Let’s you and me fly down to the club and groove to some of that jazz they play down there. We’ll get drunk on a big-ass flower and get down to business.
3 Line Tales Lalo via Unsplash We were born free You are free too Join us in living