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here, in this place where we are unabashedly nude and prepubescent in our vulnerability again 

here, in this place where we dare to let the cold ache our bones until they are numb in mock graying 

where grains become princess castles and sports are cool again and rocks crunch between our teeth and in our bags and 

here, where our hair looks better damp and frayed and children chase the birds and we lay out in the mild summer june sun until crisp and kissed 

here, where growing old is not an option but rather a performance 

here, where we take our bow wrinkled and pruned knowing it is just interim and we run along the glass cut rocks because we still can and so we must 

here, it is summer and we are young forever