Sunday, August 26, 2012

You were a sight for sore eyes, smelling of sunshine and yet, like the air after it rains. You crackle, with the salty tang of lightning, with the soft power of an infant's sigh.
The memory of you remains.
The reality of your being fades away slowly.
Slowly, but surely.

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