Saturday, September 10, 2011

To the twinkly lights

You were the only thing I could see hanging under the trees tonight. But the heat from the day became gentle in the breeze. And we could smell lavender wafting from the baskets around our tables. And we heard laughter, and favorite Mackenzie-and-Jared stories, and “La Vie en Rose.” So yes, you were hanging there, but we could all feel the romance in the air, even if we couldn’t see it.

- the girl who "met Mackenzie in DC almost two years ago. Yes, I am the girl she lived with in San Francisco before she found a place in Berkeley." 

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