Yet another blessed (sandy)mental day, sounds familiar?
Flinging my bag and myself, for that matter, across the room unto my bed after a day well-spent out seemed like the perfect excuse to slug around.
Well, a small NETS approval slip folded into an awkward looking plane, roughly the size of my palm, jumped out from my bag and rested next to me.
Yes it didn't end up in the bin and yes, I didn't throw it away.
It really still holds the memories of that early morning where your watermelon-lychee laced breath promised "One day we'll fly in that."
What young dreams, glittering in the crisp morning sunshine.
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