Curled up beneath the duvet knees drawn up to chest inhaling the smokey scent of my fleece sown fresh nostalgia I remembered how we laughed and ate off chinaware while sipping out of plastic cups sitting by the fire pit in the backyard my eyes wandered towards the woods at dusk and I breathed realizing we are just specks of dust that glimmer in the light of our Creator.
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Madisen Kuhn 25/Cisgender Female/Charlottesville, VA