We walk with the wind gently cooling our skin. Something about this place just makes me love it. The old desks, tables, couches, racks and used items stacked up in a pile ready to go who knows where. The football coach yelling in the background. MR says, "I'll meet you there." and starts running around the track, causing me to laugh to myself. Trying not to look through my wounds, the flag waves at me. Then the next one. I look up into the endless sky, happy to love a seemingly ordinary place like this.
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Love is the Universal language, and soccer.
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