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Submitted to Contest #167
The wind wafted across her golden hair and danced as it ruffled her pink sundress. I could see her; smell her. Like brown sugar and sweet honey. “What are you thinking about?” Her whispers were ghostly, as if she were speaking to me from another world—a better one—or a dream. Or perhaps she was trying to wake me. Had I fallen asleep in this meadow? “I’m thinking about what I’m always thinking about,” I told her as I propped my chin on my fist. “You.” Her smile was wide, as radiant as the setting sun behind her, filled with that bashf...
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