sounds like: fog machine, gusty winds, Amanda Blank, Kid Cudi, War, Afrika Bambaataa, 80s music at Auld Shebeen for La's birthday, and the clip clop of my favorite boots on the pavement
tastes like: croissants with strawberry preserves, hot coffee, lemon pappardelle pasta, and whatever we serve at the Honors show closing.
feels like: one of those spring weather fake-me-outs, FRIDAY, bare legs, living room dancing, freshly laundered bed sheets, and wind in my hair.
smells like: narcissus flowers, lemon zest, and vanilla perfume.
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