There were hundreds of people in front of us. It seemed unlikely that’s how they saw where they were.
We stopped, turned around, had a moment to turn bandanas into suavely tilted scarves, and walked with large steps into the tulip fields.
Three books later we wrote songs, painted buildings in bright colors and healed the breathing beauties.
Time was then, this is now and all the forward stuff is a dream to be delivered by 10 in the morning.
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