The thing about Olympia is, sometimes Im just overwhelmed by how much I love it. The industrial pockets by the port and the Farmers Market even when it isnt open- all the sleepy coffee meetings through big glass windows walked by mid-morning-the antique stores and certain big intersections I love where the Dash drives through-
and the little punk children, the overgrown greener townsfolk, the old ladies with hemp hats and the teenagers that are Alternative,
the places where people actually live
and chainsmokers at cafe vita
and pizza and loud hipster music and burritos
shame-walks pointed downtown, and stomping around in boots and dance parties and wine in the streets at night-
and the memories
of k108 & k107
& dudezone & champshack
& kennys house and the rex and wherever ended up in between-
and springs and summers and falls and walking down the westside hill
if i really do leave
i really will miss it
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this made me have a shiver it is because your writing is descriptively spot on also because i am two or three hot toddies to the wind or something. i'm excited for our date tomorrow where are we going trinacria? or let's plan on squatting ottos okay?
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