Our Generation: Forgotten

Our Generation: Forgotten

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The smooth sound of wheels on concrete. The cool breeze gently tugging on my hoodie and holding my hair out of my face. The muddy smell of the marsh right up the road. The subtle drone of crickets and other insects in the background. I'm really gonna miss all of this...
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I can remember the fear of the tree falling in front of my car, after it was struck by lightning. I can remember how it felt, cold rain on a summer afternoon pounded on my skin as I stepped out of my car. I was headed home to my parents house after graduating college. I remember the security I felt when he showed up, and told me everything would be okay, and to stay in my car. I remember the rain stopping and him getting to work removing the tree. I remember when his gray eyes looked into my green ones, as he woke me up to tell me it was clear. I remember my heart never beat the same after him.

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