I love summer. I have pottery clay all over my clothes and I can stay up as late as I want and not wake up at 5:15 in the morning and be okay. I have a sunburn on my back and on my nose. I don’t have anywhere to be 90% of the time, and there are flowers and birds everywhere. The sunlight makes everything seem wonderful. My roots are showing through the red, but I don’t see anyone I need to impress. Everything smells good and everyone’s happy. I feel like I’m in a dream because nothing feels normal. Normal is being stressed. I’m happy for once.

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