cleveland summer

the air was thick with summer but the sun had already relented. I sat on the swing set, pumping my legs back and forth, protected by the old brick house and wooden fence hugging our yard. my dad, home from work, burst through the back door, smile on his face, tousled hair, muscle tank replacing his daytime tie and button down. pushing my legs, I went up, up, into a space of joy and security.

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