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Mandarin & Red Bull

It had been years, but with one sip I tasted everything. Marlboro Lights mixed with bonfire smoke. Roasted marshmallows. Horseshoes in fresh cut grass. Crickets chirping before a late storm. And the salty taste of his lips. The summer I'll always remember.


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  1. Ah the memories we keep and the deepest desire to relive them. I love this!

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  2. This is beautiful, the taste lingers!

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  3. Super sweet and vivid imagery. nicely done!

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  4. Oh those sweet memories! Amazing what will trigger them. I love this!! ♥

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  5. So descriptive. I can feel it with all my senses!

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