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"so you'll come with me to see
the fireworks?" he says.
"yes."
wait.
i run, to my
grey,
wooden,
house.
the floorboards
creak and groan
with every
step
i take.
i grab
my old,
grey,
blanket
(that i have woven myself)
it's unraveling,
but i dont care.
i also grab my
old notebook.
(that i made myself,
from tree bark)
and i grab
a graphite rock
(that i use for writing)
i swiftly
run outside.
there he is,
waiting in his
old,
grey,
jeep.
a smile,
as wide as the sea,
is plastered across his face.
i look at the sea,
before i leave.
i have never left this
place
before,
the place i call
home.
i will miss it,
even though
i will come back,
i think.
i get into the jeep,
for an adventure
to unravel
something
new.
as i look back,
the sea
waves
goodbye.
