Summers of Wondering

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Summer became my favourite season when I met him.

Summers were always filled with sun-kissed skin, popsicles and long walks at the beaches with the sunset. There was a summer, years back, where it rained and we had the time of our lives. I miss that summer and every year I long for that summer. I wish it was always summer. I kept thinking, Next summer, I wonder if he'll be there again.

Foreword

stupendous- original storyline.

prompt: "Next summer, I wonder if he'll be there again."

this story is an entry to Summer Writing Contest

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