May 16, 2011

by brittanychavez

There is a pebbly rock beneath my fingers. Water gulping and rushing around me. I can pretend I am on the edge of a waterfall, above empty space. I tell you this as you giggle and take pictures, the shutter clicking heavily in our still afternoon. Maybe we are in a sphere and the only ground that exists in the entire world is the grass under our blanket.

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