Commemorating Summer

A cool wind blows past my shoulder

I turn to you and you look back to me

Flecks of sunlight fall through the cracks left by the trees and lay gently on your face

I smile as you reach your hand to my cheek

You pull the collection of pine needles that have been hiding in my hair

Covered in sweat and dirt- I feel beautiful

We are the only ones

Looking to the path ahead of us. Together.

Venture from reality.



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