Claussen spears remind me of you and me and that time at Redondo. You remember when we crushed mussel to get closer. You carried that big boom box in your good shoes. We sat on some rocks and listened to Gloria Estefan.
Reason for writing:
A weekend in LA with a someone very special.
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