Before the Invasion, I mean, the Invention of the Internet

Do look up every once in awhile

By Annie B.Published about a year ago • 1 min read

Screens couldn't hold us.

Outside from morning to night.

Street lights called us home.

Gratitude is my religion. Thanks for being here.

CJ Millerabout a year ago
So much nostalgia captured in so few words. 💜 I miss those days!

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