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A summer best friend.
only in the summers of my youth.
Running laughing playing swinging.
Barbie and company took over the house one summer.
After that I have no memories of it.
A beautiful memory of childhood.
the idyll of summer days
long past.
Inseparable partners in crime.
Stealing sips of beer in the boathouse.
Running on the hills in the summer sun.
A friendship that adulthood could not sustain.
Sometimes I think of her still.
That wonderful best friend of my childhood.
I shall miss her always.
In the summer.
Golden Slumbers... once there was a way to get back homeward
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