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Apr 2016
There's nothing like
the smell of a hazy spring evening in Ohio.

Watching the sun set into shades of sherbet ice-cream.

A lazy Sunday with perfect weather for open sun roof cruises.

Falling asleep feeling the soft, warm wind blowing through the curtains.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
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