Sun dappled earth. Hands sticky with ice cream. The scent of warmed stone mixed with barbecued meat and cut grass.
Sweat pooling in her clavicles. Ankles scratched raw. The scent of humid skin mixed with chemical insect spray and melting tarmac.
Wide awake days beneath cloudless skies. Freckles peppering smile-filled cheeks. Coastline adventures to find places they might otherwise have missed.
Sleepless nights beneath twisted sheets. Salt marks like an accusing outline. Sunburn in the places she was so sure she hadn’t missed.
He loved the summer as much as she hated it.
In winter they exchanged their hands.
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