May 2011
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Lemonade. My mouth tastes like summer, like sunshine. It’s raining outside — it’s May, and it’s raining. But in this moment I feel bright; so vivid is the warmth of the rays against my skin I can feel my freckles blooming across my cheeks. Sour and sweet, fresh and full of promise; I guess this is what summer is always like. For now I am 23 and it is raining and this...
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