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it rained the night of our arrival -

big, whooshing gasps of whitewashed rain & thunder that

shook heavy against the darkening skies. dinner went long.

we only sang louder, deafening echoes beneath the storm as

i haven't seen my best friend in six days and i've already watched all our old videos with the bad lighting & worse camera angles, clicked through the pictures of us together and got all sentimental like i have a pretty awesome life after

blow out your candles. 

make a wish.

hold up a protest sign.

tonight the fireworks spell R E S I S T.

your hair's in pigtails braided red blue and white.