When it was spring we filled water
bottles with wine and rode our bikes to the park to sit by the water.
The first day of the year that had hit seventy outside and the sky
was without clouds and the air was crisp and new and suddenly all of
winter was truly behind us and all that existed was you in front of
me and the breeze in my face and the hope in my heart and the sound
of my tires humming gently over the pavement and dirt and I loved the
day and I loved you.
Life was beautiful.
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