What I remember about that July
Is the bluest of blue skies and water
Blissful and cheerful
With my cousin; something
I wished could last forever
Childhood sense of complete
perfection; happy dog
Streaked white clouds
Then rush, blend of colors
Making the sky turn
Gray
Sitting in the back of the car, dread in my stomach
Nothing about the accident
Nothing about the shadow that loomed over all of us
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