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Slippery day

April 2, 2009

It was warm there, amidst the stones. The sun had soaked into us all, the water had lapped our feet, we had pressed palms and thrown heads back and laughed harder than ever before. It had been a slippery day, a day that managed to make it past us before we even knew it. It was night, all of a sudden. And then we were gone.

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