Reverie By Laura L. Hansen The sun touched my face today, fingers stretched but tentative, palm warm, it rolled its thumb across my forehead, settled a moment on my cheek, then tweaked my chin, a little tease, the way you used to do, a fist chuck, a half smile, and then gone.
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