There is this place in my little kid memory book that I could go to in my daytime dreams. It was a place that had lake and that for some reason had dreamy ice cream-colored stepping stones that we could jump back and forth on, like hopscotch. And on a really hot day we’d stick our feet in that cool lake water, screaming with laughter as little kids will do to celebrate the day.
 
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