sisters.

18 Jul

Her hands laced with mine, the smell of soap and leaves and faded perfume,

curls blowing lightly in the wind, sunrise overhead, whispers in the trees,

the fresh air filling my lungs, cleansing my soul…

I hoped, dared to hope, in my heart of hearts, that we could stay like this forever.

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