The reclining sun tanned her face her eyes hidden in 60s goggles and the vast wheat field behind colored her brown.
Can't remember if it was Agfa or Orwo the tint was of distant land and Virginia came to mind.
It wasn't the girl standing on a rice field eyes lowered blushing the colours of her glass bangles irrecognizable in black and white that I could easily fall in love with.
But I cried to be with the Virginia Girl and I was only 5.
She is still 15 in the timeless print and I'm 5.
Originally unwritten in 1965, now given the light of words. If alive, she would be 73.