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Anecdotal
The air carries the essence of salt from the ocean,
As I lie under the dark sky finding constellations.
Such clear nights remind me,
Of the summer we once had,
With sand beneath our feet,
And waves amongst our bodies,
Some wildflowers in my hair,
Your tanned flawless body,
Until a drop falls on my cheek,
Out of nowhere in April,
For how much I wanted,
That moment to never be over.
