Posted by Bryan
on Jan 21, 2013 in Uncategorized
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It was just the four of us, some island in the Andaman Sea I forget the name of. Britt and her sister, my brother and I and the sun hovering golden red like a harvest moon out at the horizon, just above the water. The air was warm with a light breeze, like the memory of a childhood summer, the kind that’s remembered only in bits and pieces, retained as a feeling more than an event.
The ocean was warm too, the sand chalky beneath our heels four feet down. Others were in the water, people we didn’t know, playing in the gentle waves and laughing. Their voices seemed...