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The wind ruffled everything. She sat there on her blanket. The trodden fall leaves that had accumulated after many years lay underneath her. Her delicate body miraculously didn't sway even as the wind started picking up. Her drawings her lovely almost perfect drawings swirled. No longer did they stay in their place. They drifted off. The pink lines and soft blue swirls flowed around her. Unlike trash that tumbled and clanked around in the wind, her sketches seemingly danced. Swaying back and forth as if they were in the middle of a waltz at some grand ball. It had stormed the night before and flower blossoms pink and sweet sprinkled the surroundings. It gave the sweet affect of snow without the bitter cold. Her blonde straight hair and her closed eyes would haunt his memories forever. He would never forget. He couldn't possibly forget. Or could he? Time went on and even though she would haunt him in his dreams, he would never be able to quite remember who she was. The child in her arms warm and crying, reaching out for her or maybe him. Lying in her arms sweet and ignorant to the dreadful world it would soon have to try to succeed in. Her tears on it's face getting more unnoticable while he walked down the familiar foot trail. Going the opposite way were his footprints but next to them were also a tinier pair. Little and delicate. She never wore shoes so you could see the little toe imprints. He kept plowing through the woods. They were surprisingly dense even though not more than a hundred yards in each direction was the bustling city. And As his taxi pulled away from those woods and nearer to that city he mumbled directions the drivers way, he was already beginning to forget. The sun peaked through the leafless trees. Children played in the nearby lawns. He would smile and wave. No second thought. No first thought either. As the cab pulled down an alley and up to an apartment he pulled out his wallet. Brown and faded with small gold letters. Barely legible anymore. "Till Death" It said so simple and pure. He payed no attention. Two simple words that should've made him remember. He pulled out a few crumpled dollar. Tossed them up front. No curtesy granted. The driver a peppered mustache man grunt and swore under his breath in a strange foreign tounge. He turned to tell the man that they didn't except American money but the man had jumped outof the cab and was already making his way to the door. He started the engine and rolled away.
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