she stood on the city streets & breathed deep the heavy scent of wet pavement we so often mistake for rain. the lights shone brightly (is it truly darker in the heart of a city at night?) in glints off the smooth blacktop & she shouted (without words) at the top of her lungs: i/m not ready to leave you yet!
a few words about miss chelsea elizabeth...
oregon-born, seattle-raised, bellingham-bred and franco-refined, she had moved back to the states from her affairs across the atlantic & now resides in columbia city with french husband & love of her life rémy. they spend most of their time taming the garden, taking care of their three chickens & two cats, and preparing the urban homestead for a new little chick of their own.
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I miss you.
Probably the only person I could have a real conversation with during those awful, albeit nostalgic, early high school years.
Best of luck on your journeys... much farther than Huntington Beach, I'm sure, but no doubt embarked upon with a healthy dose of the same reckless, youthful abandon.
:)
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