Old picture of my sister and me on the beach. This day seems so far and distant. The wind was blowing but the sun still shone down on us. The blinding blonde sand felt oddly nice between my toes. I can smile about it now when the wind tries to break through the buttons of my jacket and the wrapping of my scarf. On that day, even the water felt warm. Even the seagulls were friendly. I looked to the sky to find kites soaring, eagles. Peaceful. Snow flurries now occupy the sky while when I see the sun it gives me the cold shoulder. Nothing is complete when the leaves hit rock bottom , nothing is real when green grass turns gray. summer.
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