I bump into happiness sometimes

Some days she looks like midnight snack runs with new friends in Oxford.
She looks like friends who’ve grown up like orchards. She looks like the smiles on your grandparents’ faces. She looks like unaccompanied plane rides. She feels like hugs from strangers in a dance class, she moves like bike rides in spring, she sounds like Friday night with friends.

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