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Gone

She lies in the transitioning autumnal grass, soaking up the remaining warmth of the day, remembering.

Fingers skimming love, reading poetry between the summer breeze, they were utterly carefree. Love drenched, sun kisses led to swollen mouths.

The fertile earth’s scent now carries death. As autumn’s wind whisks fallen leaves, it snatches her dormant memories.

 

Grace Black.