There was something sacred about that afternoon ---pagan, it's true but sacred.
The browner my skin turned, the more clearly I understood the sun truly is a thing to worship.
Even with eyes closed and face covered I could feel it sinking into my skin,
Infusing every cell as I drifted in and out of sleep,
Clouds of sun-induced lethargy,
Head spinning with idle questions such as,
What dress am I going to wear to Senior Cotillion?
And...
Why do boys have such big feet?
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