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{crackle, crackle, crackle}
the jeep crawls over gravel.
"we're here" he says.
i get out of the jeep.
wind picks up my hair
and makes it wave.
"where are your shoes" he says.
"i dont wear any" i say.
he shrugs
"follow me" he says.
i follow him.
the gravel gives
sharp
but warm
hugs
to my feet.
"here we are
sit anywhere you want" he says.
i find an area between
boulders.
"here" i say.
i put down my grey blanket
and watch
as it slowly floats to the ground
and settles.
i sit
criss-crossed
on top of it,
and he
sits
next to me.
his closeness
gives off warmth,
as if he was the sun.
wait.
i feel warmth?
no,
i dont.
i must be dreaming.
