Once upon a time, we sat under tall leafy trees, our clothes soaking in the smoke of the fire. "So we may be going to Virginia again." And it's funny to think back to that time, because it seems so distant now. In the glory of that summer. With blue skies and lush, green grass. Before we knew any of this. Our fingers were sticky with s'mores and our hearts were full with excitement.
those kinda nights are the best nights.
ReplyDeleteyes, they really are.
Delete"Our fingers were sticky with s'mores and our hearts were full with excitement." that's my favorite sentence of today. <3 fire nights are so much awesome
ReplyDeleteaw, that's sweet. evenings around the fire pit make some of the best memories.
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