When the grass grew whereever and whenever you pressed your barefeet into the ground.
Do you remember how you always found a hand to hold whenever the moonlight struck the sea like thousands of teeny tiny diamonds about to burst with excitement?
Do you remember
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Do you remember the way it looked, ( Summer ) , in all its glory and e n d l e s s short bit of time?
The way the sand slipped unconsciously through your fingers and you collected it into jars each with it's own little clock to count down the time that was passing in your life and the flowers from the roads of mistakes and roads of memories and roads of the learned.
Remember when the air smelled like a second chance and the nail polish on your nails whispered words like new hope and freshly grown love was planted into your heart?
Do you remember?
'Cause I do.
What it is that I remember; Idon'tknow. But I do remember.