What she remembers is the scent of roses and the ripples of petals swaying gently in the wind as they lay in the grass, watching to see what new shapes the clouds would create.
And soon, they forgot about the clouds, and all else around them.
And later she told him his hair smelled like grass, and he laughed and gave her a single pink rose and a kiss, promised he’d be back soon…
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