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she leaned her head back. the breeze from the air conditioning tickled her cheeks and the sun tried to escape the world. the feeling of joy ran through the attic of her heart & a small smile was on her lips. that time of that. just that. reliving. replaying. joining the nostalgia of waves & trickling creeks over mossy rocks. painted toenails jerk back from icy surfaces. hands grip hands. & they run through the woods. the snake grass ripping skin. the copper dust settles & all is quiet. still. the leaves once kicked. & the magic gone. she let’s go of the hand. and smiles at him.