Sunday, April 22, 2012

airplane + a city I haven't visited in 13 years

Afternoons spent looking through racks of vintage dresses and/or talking for a few hours at a pink formica table in an apartment with dark wood floors & white walls with high ceilings; lunches spent eating mexican food at taco stands; two blue walls of different shades; evenings at the movies; a saturday at a natural spring; cleaning out cupboards, underneath beds; entire mornings sleeping-in; popsicles; a few afternoon naps; a sunday evening with nothing to do but talk and listen to music.

(I haven't taken any photographs, but I don't really care. I'll just always remember F8 on her lavender/gray couch laughing and telling some extraordinary story; and Kendi sitting four inches away picking out music.)


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