Old Plank

It's always summer, always
hot. The sky is always blue. There's a barn.

Behind the house, back
of the garden were the

My cousin Barbara and I would walk through the grass, never quite reaching the woods.

We are always young. So
much of our
lives yet to be lived. So
long, long ago.

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