Via Chicago

August 26, 2008

The clouds raced across the sky, although she called them fog and he called them clouds, and the music soared away with enough of her heart to sting her. Standing there, on that green blanket in trampled grass, she shrank under the size of the year from which she’d emerged, and reached out a hand to the one person who understood this the very most.

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