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the sunlight glimmered as she tossed her hair over a slightly damp shoulder. if only the morning's dew would last. she sighed, her thick tongue parched from the previous night. and the night before that. and that. if only she could remember where her mother took her. the place with water. the place with hope.
it creaked. quiet at first. growing louder with each carefully timed footstep of the black, steel toed boots. her blonde hair shivered in the late afternoon sun that leaked through the window. if only she would notice. turn for just a split second. before the hand of revenge could take her away.
no no no. its not real. its just. gone. a thousand particles of none existence. one blast was all it took to shatter the heart of our nation.
Spring. the smell of flowers swirling through sunkissed hair that glistens like the morning dew that covers the ground. spring. the smell of fresh dirt and evening rain drops scattering the blacktop. spring. light cardigans drapped over a first kiss.
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