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November 3.

One time, I found you there again, by that bench. You had your sketchbook out as you did sometimes. Instead of drawing the clouds, though, a person is what you chose. You said it was me. And you drew a flower next to the person as well. You said that was you.

There was a flower that was growing out of one of the many cracks in the old sidewalk. "It's a clover flower," you told me.

It was serendipitous, to me. Because after that, I called you my lucky clover. 

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