Watching A Late Spring Sunset From A Parking Lot
Soft amber glows and whispers of a summer to come take me back to a Friday at the end of the eighth grade walking down the sidewalk to the construction and thinking that this is what life must be like
Low hanging branches over my head make me wonder why I never reach out to brush my fingertips against them as I walk
Even so, the world feels wide for now
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Incredible prose and wonderful last line.