Mercer, please find that pistachio orchard around Tularosa Basin. We're going to sit under the trees and listen to the harvest crack open. It's on my dream list. You, the kids and I. August, 3pm.

Sipping my adult beverage this late morning (alcohol-free, of course) I suddenly thought: "What if everything I know is wrong?" 

Fun experiment, eh? Princess, on board! We're sailing!

Oh, this weather! I'm in heaven. I remember being a kid on a summer break home alone: windows wide open, music blasting, summer dresses instead of school uniform, freedom filling all of me. To this day it's the same: spring sunshine bringing a very specific feeling of "everything's possible"; the dance vibes alone make my heart sing. This is home. This is hundred percent me.

Человеку должна остопиздить драма его жизни. Это обязательное условие для его второго рождения.
- Денис Царюк

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