Night Air

On those summer nights when a breeze slightly brushes your hair from your face and it gives you a familiar warm feeling, you wonder.. Was that the same breeze that tickled your nose when you were four and you were catching fireflies in jars? Or the same breeze that whisped at your face when you were racing home for dinner on your new bike? Or maybe even the same breeze that gave you a chill when you were twelve and you got your first kiss... And now at sixteen you realize your childhood has past. All you ever wanted was to grow-up. But now you'd give anything to never let go.





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