Write one leaf about “the best day ever.”
We're at the park in my neighborhood. The one with just two big kid swings. The night is friendly cold: dark but bathed in streetlamp yellow. I'm playing music on my phone and the sounds are tinny and cheap through the speakers. Your voice, soft and low, fades in and out as you mouth lyrics. I pretend I'm not listening. I'm staring at Orion.Do you think we might be constellations one day?
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