I want to dance. I want to scream. I want to throw my head back and howl. I want to skip and twirl, and twirl some more. I want to paint the sunset with Marie’s rose petals. I want to smother ice cream on your face and lick it off. I want to throw helicopter leaves in the air and ride an old bike. I want to eat yellow plums and drool.

I’m in Germany. When did that happen?

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  1. Such nice writing, Anne. Love you.

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