[09 Jan 2006|10:11pm] [ mood | tired ] Summertime's wishing-star nights. Counting fireflies and licking popsicle juice from fingertips and lips. Bare feet and your panting pup in the grass beside you. Paused in that moment, forever young, like an insect preserved in archaic amber. 14 comments|post comment

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