Tonight I'm remembering you sitting cross-legged in the summer grass, the sun putting highlights like new pennies in your hair. You smoothed the denim skirt over your knees, pulled your hair back into a pony tail, and turned your face gratefully to the summer sky. Your cheeks showed just the hint of a summer tan. The air smelled of salt water and hydrangeas. You passed me a peanut butter sandwich and laughed at some joke I'd made, and you looked so totally happy that I had to laugh myself. Of all the good times we've shared, that was one of the best.
It's a nice memory to have on a winter's night, Jane.
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