Horchata

In December, drinking horchata,

I’d look psychotic in a balaclava,

Winter’s cold is too much to handle,

Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals…

It is amazing how a single song can transport you to a time and place from your past. I could go on and on about this one. But it would have a sad ending. I don’t want to end on a sad ending. I’ll let you all know when there is a happy one. 

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