Blog: folk hive

I want that you will remember me as a kitchen dancer and not the mess I am now. I want that you will remember days at the river, feet in the water and sun on our backs, swimming together as little boys chased crawdads. I want that I will remember your sayings ("Simpler than a branch minner", in particular) and your old faded swim trunks and not that you argued with me over who deserved the last beer, despite that I'd paid for it and lunch. I want that I will remember that while I always paid for it, it [...]

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