It's summer and it's hot, all of a sudden, and I smelled little pink roses and wore sunglasses and went to a birthday party and and drank fizzy water and burned a bunch of sticks and watched the air shimmer over the fire pit and stood barefoot in the grass and ate pie with my hands and remembered what it felt like to be with my friends and now I'm home and it's cool and quiet and late and I'm covered with a thin layer of salt and my hair is smoky and my feet are dirty and I can hear the wind in the Douglas firs, rushing through the dark.
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