Girls can be strange in our fierceness and fascination, in our devoted friendship and imagination, and this is capturing those youthful, viciously played daydreams so perfectly.
The scalp tingles of memory are prickly and proud. I miss those young dreamers of youth, I miss being one of them. I also wonder if I could possibly recall even a moment on the playground with much clarity. Alas, not likely.
— Nov 15, 2024 02:13AM
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