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Promenading on the Fine Line

Tuesday, April 18, 2017 @ 3:37 AM
Traveling south.

3PM | sunny, 87F, gentle winds, driving alongside the flourishing hills.

"I hope you don't mind me mentioning him quite often; I just really do love that boy,"
he explained as he wondered how he was.

"Me too," was all I could muster up to say in the midst of our conversation while the memories were pouring into my stream of consciousness, one by one.

"Ha-ha, did you just say 'me too'?"

I nodded firmly, and he chuckled as his eyes smiled along with his beaming grin. I broke contact with his eyes and gazed at the floor, and then out the window where the hills were painted a vibrant green, yellow, and purple for miles on end.

"Yes; I love him, too."