It's been six years

We talked about gods and goddesses and religion; we lay on the soft moss that covered the boulders in the shade; we tickled our chins with buttercup flowers -- some rumored superstition about your chin turning yellow if you liked butter -- and we hung upside down from the monkey bars at the far end of the field. You showed me how to suck the sweetness out of a honeysuckle flower once, and now where ever I may be, I search for those flowers that creep up fences and sides of trees. What, did we really do all that in only twenty minutes? All that sugar spice and everything nice fit into one day's recess? 

It's been six years.

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[Marie]

This is sort of good.Really.