Our words are what make us immortal. They live on while our bodies die, passed on throughout the ages. Saved forever for the world to hear and read. Our voices gone, no longer heard, but our words live on forever. ~Pammymcb~
Friday, May 25, 2012
Summertime
The hot sun beats down on the hard, cracked ground. The smell of the fresh cut lawn drifts through the dry air. The laughter of children playing dances up toward the clear blue sky. The sweat beads upon her body as she watches her boys play. The hot pavement scalds her shoeless feet, so she quickly jerks them to her soft colorful towel. This is her favorite thing to do on a long summer day, and she smiles as the cool drops of water fall upon her smooth tan skin.
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