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When the little girl jumps out of the swing, a trick we remember well, she falls on her knees. The little boy runs over, concern and worry scrunching the baby fat of his face. The little girl gets up and wipes her hands on the legs of her jeans. More, she says, hopping back into the swing.
I so badly wanted to become dirt. I wanted to be a part of that field forever. I wanted to aid in the growth of the lavender and get burrowed into by the ecosystem of insects that occupied it.
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