i breath in deeply
do you smell that?
breathe!
no! really breathe!
fill your lungs!
we stand
hand and hand
barefooted
at the edge of the forest
we step forward
the moss soft beneath our feet
I drop his hand and run
hair blown back
free
laughing
turning a corner I trip
and end up lying in the moss
looking at the tree tops
with the smell of rain
alone.
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