Josh Cano


Bucket Hat

Hazel eyes, brown shirt, black tie. Little red roses start to bloom, ice cubes dancing in perfect tune. The sun burning red, sweat starts to drip from my head, but then i feel the cool ocean breeze blustering around in my chair, and off goes my bucket hat that i wear. I watch it stumble through the sand it ponders well when it hits the water. a

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