Summer, summer sweet taste of summer, as a silent end to the season draws near, the sun shines through the trees and the breeze of the bay fills my salty hair with life. We begin moving up and moving on into new days, months, and years filled with different people. Some grip on to us and become travel companions while others become memories of lessons not to be forgotten. In return we reflect on where we have been and where we are going. You'll blossom grow, learn, love, and forgive. Not everything is meant to be "but what will be will be."
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