You take me back to
blanket forts and grass stains
tickle fights and thunderstorms
freedom
When I was eleven, I slept under a canopy of purple violets
I would stare up at the delicate splotches and wish for you
You, who knew I preferred lilies
I was the girl who wore a dress to catch bullfrogs
pale and pioneering
with dirty knees
once I spun 100
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