She jangled the quarters in the passenger door handle. It could be our last
sunny day and I rescued her from the recliner and walls. We drove to the riverwalk and she stayed in the car. My girl and I, drew in by the waves - harnessed and pulled we ran - and we cuffed our jeans and slipped off our boots in the sand to feel October's drink on our skin.
Pick a shell for her and she picked two, and a smooth stone for his grave. We drove there next and she placed it down on his ledge. It smelled like beach and strawberries she said when she cupped it to her lips. His favorite place, came to him. And we drove past the 'stones and it could always be our last
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