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September 2, 2009
The sun shines little flecks through the leafy green treetops. The porch is illuminated. The icy warmth and snowy heat devour my eyes. I hide under the canoe on the fence to avoid the melting, the melting under the direct sunlight as if I were a vampire even though I'm not it's fun to pretend. Don't you remember pretending, I remember pretending, playing family and being animals and dinosaurs and being a kid in the sand at the park. In the grass in the sand. In the sun and the snow and the leaves and everything in between. A kid.