Kindred Spirits
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“Sapphire.”
He called for me, as if we weren’t both laying side by side on the vibrant green grass along a babbling streaming brook, staring up at the bright blue sky. He passed me a joint and I inhaled it deeply. Gazing at the warm sky, I couldn’t help but to chuckle. The sky seemed to also be smoking a joint, as the clouds resembled puffs of smoke.
I giggled uncontrollably.