“Lord knows that this world is cruel but I ain’t the Lord, no I’m just a fool, findin lovin somebody don’t make them love you.” -Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
I love Jack Johnson. I always have. As a little girl, we went to the lake house in Michigan every summer. Every sunset, as we let the aloe soak in after long beach days, Jack Johnson was playing. Every night, we layed in our sandy bunk beds and whispered until we fell asleep to the sound of Jack Johnson. He was the sound of my summers. And he is still is.
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