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My Day With Daddy You and I -- strolling down the endless leaf-sprinkled path. (I had to jog to keep up with lyour tree-trunk legs.) Our footsteps squishing in the snow-muddled leaves. Idle talk -- nothing but the sweet sound reaching the infinite tops of the pillar trees. We were three skips away from Little Lost Lake mesmerized by the silver stars bobbing on Spring's crisp water. All that mattered was you and me (our identical-intense brown eyes.) I was lost in the lime-green cluster of the woods. But you, my colossal fortress were bouncing laughter by my side. Eight years later I still here it echo across the grass-bedded grave. By Penny Landvatter, Bever Dam High School, Bever Dam, WI.
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