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[ishyface]

Firefly nights and sweet tea mornings. Fog stealing up on us and sudden. Dark rooms, dark faces. Fireworks past ten and a bloody moon. Long drives home when the perfect song makes getting lost that much better.

It's all so fucking amazing sometimes.

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Oh, details! They're all a little hazy in my mind, I think, but good things are in the mix. Songs and secrets and things of that sort. :D

Ooh, peppery! That does seem an unexpected sort of taste for a flower. (The proverbial camper is very happy indeed.)