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picnic: my first memory

picnic: my first memory a butterfly – blue and yellow rises like a breath of moist air distracting me from the nervous heartbeat in my ears. although it is afternoon the woods are mythically dark – a shadow slants like a surrealistic painting. as i lay in moist thick grass it is as though i am walking in gentle clouds. song birds echo high in trees. open sky.

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