She was into candles and smoking pot. What can I say? There was music and revolution in the air, always. Pouring out of the cafes. We met at a friend of a friend’s party in late May and partied out the rest of the Summer, new found friends, and eventually lovers. She had a way about her, a beautiful smile, and a nonchalant, paradoxical way of looking at life, that really took me in. School came by in the Fall and we went our separate ways. We promised to stay in touch but you know how that goes. She left a strawberry scented candle and a nickel bag on my dresser with a sweet love note. I missed her a lot. For a long time.
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