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Jul 2014
The way the sun filters
through the window,
switching over the dashboard
as we change directions.
Creating freckles on your skin.
The way it makes your hair glint
red,
spreading out to flicker in your
eyes.
Elizabeth Novak
Written by
Elizabeth Novak  America
(America)   
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