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Your memories visit me seldom these days but they're just as dear (when they do) warm and removed like these still May mornings on the coast that are gorgeous, innocent and new ... do you remember the absolutely absurd things we used to laugh at?
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Bikers who ride without hands
Your memories visit me seldom these days but they're just as dear (when they do) warm and removed like these still May mornings on the coast that are gorgeous, innocent and new ... do you remember the absolutely absurd things we used to laugh at?
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
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