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Jun. 27th, 2006 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchyIf you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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good old Lake Shore Drive...
Date: 2006-06-28 06:20 am (UTC)Junebugs, a late sunset, walking along that bike trail and playing with the willow branches... alternating between really silly conversation (how many of the constellations did we rename?) and just listening to the waves, the little critters, occasional cars going by.
And OMG the fireflies!!! There were so many, I thought it was the drugs at first... There's not much I miss about Milwaukee summers (humidity, alewives, mosquitoes...), but I'll always miss the fireflies.