Walking on forgotten asphalt alone in the distance they attempt a smile upon the hill yet yesterday a mob. Gentle drops venture from above chancing a journey among blinding rays she wonders whether it will be sun or rain. He offers a glance as she continues thoughtful of the uncertain morrows a faint sign of welcome in her eyes. A vague siren screams down below distracting a sparrow from its daily duties but it persists in its call. The field lives in the midst of a dense forest hoping to soon again shake with the thunder of another fourth in July.
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