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Submitted to Contest #68
It was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. This thought occurred to me while I lied sprawled across the pavement, blinking toward the clear blue sky. No clouds, just a vast cerulean. There was a light breeze moving the hair around my face, dancing with a leaf across the grass by the guardrail. It was a warm breeze, soft against my skin. It cooled the blood that puddled around my leg. I lifted my head up-- maybe the slowest I’ve ever moved before-- and my eyes scanned the scene around me. &nb...
Appalachian weed sprouting from a city sidewalk. Growing wild; lost.
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