She has a
memory. One beautiful memory. Carefully held in the palm of her hands, so
that no one else might find it and steal it.
She must leave it nowhere. It
must always remain with her. The memory
of that one summer morning, while they still slept. The pavement of the driveway cool on her bare
feet as she stepped into the shadow cast by the huge Mountain Ash in the front
yard, the sun burning golden at the edges.
No one must have this moment.
This moment must never be touched.
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