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September 4, 2012
There was a sweet smell in the air. A hint of lemon and cut grass.

He held her hand as they wandered through the wildflowers, carefully avoiding the pinks, whites and purples that slept through the sticky heat of the morning. He was so engrossed in trying to avoid damaging the flowers that he barely noticed that her hand had slipped from his. That she has slowed down to a stop.

He turned around and saw her, frowning gently. It started to rain, the hot, heavy rain of summer. It refreshed her face, giving her a previously unnoticed beauty.