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 from her. Of that one summer morning, while the others still slept. The driveway pavement cool on her bare feet as she stepped into the shadow cast by the huge Mountain Ash, the sun burning golden at the edges. No one must have this moment. No one must know it exists. This moment must live inside of her forever.
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