it was a long walk home.
alone.
but it wasn't quite dark yet.
you were
young.
the world had a green glow
about it.
past spring
deep in june.
the smell was on you.
the hint
of love.
a brush of hands, a small
kiss.
what magic
there seemed to be
rising
from all sides. up
and below.
where things were headed.
you know now.
but of course then,
there was no way
to know.
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