we hiked up red rocks in topanga canyon today. it was everything it needed to be. it was motion and hysterics, blood racing and adrenaline. it was social behavior grouping observations. modifications. it was winter in california with clear and sunny skies over rolling green meadows that begged for the outpouring of julie andrews. it was panting dogs and stoney humans. it was fucking prehistoric. we, hungry and weathered, collapsed in a mexican restaurant. nachos and margaritas.

fucking perfect day.

it is happening as we speak.

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