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The girl on the swing, flowing back and fourth. She suspected nothing, wanted bothing, cared for nothing. All the girl did, was rock gentley, and perspire memoirs of silly things with friends and family. The sun set, but she did not care. and she flew into the sunset's display, melting. Into golden Carmel.
