Rminds me of home. Of wheat fields, Bogey's shakes - John Flack's car with the super small backseat, driving past golf courses . . . hanging out with Jamie Johnson and dreaming up wonderful futures for us and loving the fast-passing moments of the present.
It makes my heart full.
It also tempts me to immediately buy a ticket to wherever you are, James, and stay up too late drinking (Hawiian Punch, anyone?) and talking and remembering what it was like when the world held such possibility and love and hope.
And sharing our new version of it.
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That sounds good to me...I'm up for it anytime!
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