Our lives were uncannily parallel before we even knew each other. But somehow, with just the right help from the wind, we landed on the same patch of San Francisco soil. The past week has been a much needed therapeutic vacation. Peace and warmth found me even in the chilling Minnesota air, filling my pockets and crawling into my socks. With only one month left of being teenagers, we abused it to its full advantage. Tattoos, a symbol to each other. The cemetery, grounds for golden inspiration. Flurries, a name I learned for the fragile falling snow.
Thank you. I can't say it enough.
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