"summer air in the middle of the afternoon was most romantic. the way the tree leaves sang when a gust of wind hit them, how the sun spilled itself to every hillside to whip the flowers back upright; it was all so beautiful. she would always be partial to summer because of him, because of the time they had spent together, hours at a time. his words were scarce but when they came, they tumbled out of his mouth and flooded everything they touched with remarkable grace. when his lips closed, they kissed. it was always cold, always soothing. the anticipation of him kept her smile stretching the length of the state line. she had never felt more alive than when he was with her - everything was perfect"
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