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Summer is pretending to fly by waving out the window as you drive. It’s a feeling of peace as you look into the twinkling night sky. Sleepy conversations till 3 am about life that’s barely been lived. Finding yourself and who you want to be while managing to live with reckless abandon. Sunsets by the sea and old talks of you and me. Running through the woods and dancing in the moonlight. Summer reveals the beauty of what it truly means to be young and free.
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC
Summer at Seventeen
Summer is pretending to fly by waving out the window as you drive. It’s a feeling of peace as you look into the twinkling night sky. Sleepy conversations till 3 am about life that’s barely been lived. Finding yourself and who you want to be while managing to live with reckless abandon. Sunsets by the sea and old talks of you and me. Running through the woods and dancing in the moonlight. Summer reveals the beauty of what it truly means to be young and free.
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC
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