A small, imagined memory that might take place one summer

The sun is back and

you turn around to show me a smile that

breaks ripples in the sea upon your face, flecked

with tiny tanned swimmers. There must be twenty or so

carried in that happy tide and it carries me too, though I am

firmly anchored to the ground. The hot tarmac feels good under my feet.

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