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Outside -- Part III
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She finally has another moment of quiet, which she uses for reflecting and remembering, as she has done so often lately, as she does during the beginning of each summer. She finds her journal from that month and opens to one of her favorite entries. "We watched the sunset on the swings, as we had talked about doing earlier that week. The bugs must have been jealous since they wouldn't leave us alone. The trees at the edge of the cornfield blocked the sunlight's fading shades of red and orange, but we could still see its colorful fingers stretching around the shaded leaves as if to pull them behind, grasping to take them out of the way. Because the bugs were so adament in taking part in our conversation (and swinging wasn't very conducive to communication), we took off and walked down the road a ways. He said he would only walk to the curve in the road several hundred feet away. He was tired. We walked several hundred yards and sat down, looking at the knee-high corn stalks. A car sped past, probably pushing 80 mph on the isolated country road. He made sure I was far from the road. 'I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.'"
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