[The first approach is quiet, almost serene. Bare feet, streaked with drying mud and grass, lightly walk to the spot he'd picked. She doesn't say anything, just sits down beside him.
The setting sun behind the pines turns the sky pastel, and the first fireflies start darting through the early evening air.]
I never really appreciated it as much as I should have, at the time.
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The setting sun behind the pines turns the sky pastel, and the first fireflies start darting through the early evening air.]
I never really appreciated it as much as I should have, at the time.