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Memory
May 8, 2013
I wake up and am blinded.
Sunlight peers through the holes of the broken in screen door,
limber legs covered in tiny blond hairs and minute cuts brush past each other,
zephyr carries the distinct smell of dew and sun screen through the palm trees,
a wide-eyed girl in a cotton dress hugging a plastic doll stands in solitude with the morning.
It is these memories that remain;
like syrup remained on the fingers of the wide-eyed girl long after Saturday morning breakfast had ended.
I sleep now knowing I am blessed.
© Cole D., Willow City, NO
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