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we stood on a beach in south carolina. close enough to the edge of the ocean to feel cold water lick at our feet. I couldn't stop pointing my camera at her hair, wind-whipped and all lit up, spun from sugar, from neon kool-aid powder, from hours spent dreaming of the most shocking shade of pink, from saved christmas money and birthday money and all the pennies collected in between. couldn't stop thinking she was the teenager I always wanted to be. 

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while we were sitting at the table in the backyard, ava told me that blowing bubbles calmed her. like maybe the same way smoking does for some people. 

I couldn't help but think of a world where people step outside to take a break and blow bubbles every couple of hours to calm their nerves. or hold small plastic bubble wands between their fingers while they knock back a few drinks at the pub down on the corner.