What is remembered

Bella in flight on a June day, sunshine through a summer dress, light, air, breeze. The transparency of joy. She's going off for a while to visit her other grandparents. It will be a month or more before I see her again.

We spent the day together laughing. Fresh strawberries, lemonade, and chocolate brioche at the farmer's market. Somersaults in the park. Macaroni and cheese at my house, pretending the couch was a boat on stormy seas. "We're safe here," she told me.


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