August 10, 2008 at 9:32 AM
Children's feet slapped past me as I walked down the trail. My steps--they passed like days, one after the other, until before I knew it, I was around the lake again, and right smack dab at the end of summer. Now all that remained of the children were echoes and footprints. I was alone against the sky, whose clouds still clung to the remnants of the day.There have been sunsets since the beginning of sunshine, yet only one to commemorate the last day of summer camp, 2008. This was it.
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