This was the summer of Twitter, ATAL's You Can't Take it with You and reaching for infinity.
In the heat, we lived all three.
These lines...They're hard to write.
Things are coming to an end. The tears are almost constant. Actually, they've been constant for most of the summer.
Lately though, they've been cathartic.
Out there, somewhere, exists an amazing group of people. On the surface, it's hard to tell what sets them apart. They seem unremarkable. Most of them are probably lying to themselves about making it beyond Akron. Still, they dream.
Summer has a way of doing that.
These people have a flow; a vibe that exists between them. A magic.
These people are my friends.
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