Hug a hippie.

7 Jul

You didn’t mind me tagging along, which was good because I wanted to spend every minute with you. You were tiny, and packed with more wicked fun than good sense. It was summer 1969, I was clueless, and everything…the good and the bad, was ahead of me.

Happy birthday Cuz.

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