The Fun part about growing up: Owning who You are
Katina M
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“…that freeing, airy feeling…”

I knew exactly what you meant when I read this, though I’ve never been able to put words to it. Oddly enough, I find I often feel that way at stop lights. There must either be too many stop lights where I live, or that must be where I do my best thinking. Or maybe both.

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