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"Remember me" it said. "I never left the field with you."
The sky was too blue. The flowers were too tall. And the air smelled like paint and summer.
A boy with Polaroid camera hanging from his neck. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking through the lens, at the field of sunflowers.
Click. 02.03.04
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