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Apr 2014
Barefoot,
Singing with the windows down,
Hair getting whipped around by the breeze swirling around me,
Engulfing me,
Taking me in as its own.

The bright blue green water of the ocean,
Crashing into white surf on the shoreline,
Daring me to fall in time with the waves,
To explore what lies beneath its glassy shell.

Bonfire at night,
Just being with everyone around me,
Sneaking off,
Secret kisses,
Hoping and praying that we'd always feel this way.

Summer changes people,
Makes them better,
Makes life better.

As my hair gets lighter,
Skin gets darker,
Days get longer,
And life gets better...

That's my kind of summer.
Raven Black
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