Later, this handsome fellow was crossing the trail
A parenthetical, above my head :)
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If we could dance for a minute in any August, I'd take you to where we dropped pebbles through the grate of the storm sewer. Do remember counting how long each one took to splash? It wasn't really the physics but it was more about sharing road dust on our knees. Later we listened for the streetlights and crickets to come on.