Picnic

that time we explored someone's forest that time we lay in the sun that time we had a picnic that time we hopped a fence

We drove and drove until the road became dirt and we could smell the flora when we wound the windows down. With lunch in our bags, we marched across the meadow and over the bridge that crossed a creek that gurgled like a satisfied infant. We ate talked tanned walked sighed smiled laughed. 

There's nothing more important than friendship.
Chanelle
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