each season brings new weather
each place brings new people
our lives are shaped to shape others
and we are trying to make it through this thing called life for something greater
what really matters is sometimes forgotten
but its on beautiful crisp days like these where my thong wont stay in my pink pants and my little socks wont stay on my feet for my sperry's and I forgo the bra utterly for a tank that has one built in, that everything crashes down and you have to have no regrets and be thankful for the little things
for the music and the people and the laughs
for the music and the people and the laughs
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