a fond memory

Laughing, he threw his arms around the shoulders of night.

He smiled secretly feeling her caress his arm

Threads flowed through the breeze.

Remember when they used to play?

She would watch him from a distance across the horizon

A breath of air that stayed at his side

Close.

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