Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Story/Empathy Post

By Amanda Pool

The summer had always been filled with pink skies and beach filled days,
climbing trees, camp fires that made our clothes smell of smoke.

Our perfectly still reflections in the water became rippled by the splashing,
our smiles were not shaken.

 Now, nostalgia is ever so present in the pink skies.

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