Memories
Looking back to the memory, it was warm and sweet.
Peach skies filled with little birds as they travel their way home.
The street was silent except for the constant, "pat! pat! pat!" of the little girls feet on the concrete and the giggles of her friends who sang about the 'ABC's.
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