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hippybngstockngDear Washington,
I miss you.
I want to curl up to your mountains, run my fingers through your pine trees, bury my nose deep in your coffee and inhale until I pass out. I want to climb your steepest hill and watch a vividly dramatic sunset with you. I hate how far away you are...
Much never-ending love,
the bongstocking
I miss you.
I want to curl up to your mountains, run my fingers through your pine trees, bury my nose deep in your coffee and inhale until I pass out. I want to climb your steepest hill and watch a vividly dramatic sunset with you. I hate how far away you are...
Much never-ending love,
the bongstocking
