A million years ago. Fifteen. Sun drenched, safe on the lake I grew up in. His blond hair, the setting sun... a game on two rocks in the water. Then, when courage overtook me... a kiss.
If only he had known it was such and not me trying to knock him backwards.
With the advent of underwater digital cameras, the rock in Hicks Lake.
G.
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