Summer’s Seat

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She sits alone.

Watching, listening, waiting for your return.

She’s saving you a seat. A spot on the boardwalk.

She knows this spot well. She knows this is where you’ll close your eyes, your shoulders drop, releasing the tension that built up during your time apart.

She’s confident you’ll feel the warm winds against your sun kissed cheeks as you tilt your head towards the heavens.

She sits alone. For now. She knows you’ll be back.

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