memories
are not always a bad thing.
sometimes i forget that.
then i turn on the radio and hear, "i hope you dance..." ha ha
man that farmer's market was something else. we laughed at that barefoot nasty sounding, guitar playing hippie chick for so long. i will never hear that song without thinking of you. it's good to have a happy memory of those times. sometimes i think they are all sad, or tragic, or hurtful. then i hear that freakin song, and am forced to smile and remember that there was some laughter, some fun. i hope life is treating you well. i hope you can find something in your memory to smile about. i hope it is not all tradgedy and hurt when you look back.
sometimes i forget that.
then i turn on the radio and hear, "i hope you dance..." ha ha
man that farmer's market was something else. we laughed at that barefoot nasty sounding, guitar playing hippie chick for so long. i will never hear that song without thinking of you. it's good to have a happy memory of those times. sometimes i think they are all sad, or tragic, or hurtful. then i hear that freakin song, and am forced to smile and remember that there was some laughter, some fun. i hope life is treating you well. i hope you can find something in your memory to smile about. i hope it is not all tradgedy and hurt when you look back.
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