Monday, April 4, 2011

Nifty Fifty's

We got our milkshakes and, trading the bustle of the interior for a quiet freedom, escaped to the parking lot. The air poured in through the rolled down windows as we nudged the front seats into a horizontal orientation. Upon reclining, the road with its stream of cars became replaced with clear sky. Our laughter bubbled from our souls and injected the air around us with a sweet poison. In this cloud of contentedness we spent the lazy afternoon, smooth melodies in our ears and peace on our lips.

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