The Little Things
- Colton Kraese
- Mar 29, 2024
- 1 min read
Her hair blows with the wind and the waves,
the water nearly touches her kneecaps.
You can hear children's screams carrying
through echoes across the coast.
You take a bite out of an ice cream cone
as it drips onto the ground,
distracted. looking up to see
the waves have swept her away
while you sit there, confused—
what went wrong? You missed it.
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