We used to play

I hear your laughter floating on a breeze. Those Summer evenings with horizons stretching forever. Sturdy rope push higher, above the tree line, gasping. Silent now, I wait for you.

Abandoned Swing with moss

Oh please, just once more.

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~ by boredwitless on October 13, 2010.

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