almost as translucent as youThere's a little place in this town, by the river where she would jump the fence and walk down to the her little bank where the roots of her trees would pull her into the ground. There, she would lose her breaths; smothering them between the layers of the waves, as they would ellict the ache of her lungs. The salt would seep into her eyes as she would remember those cryptic little words, which would blur her eyes and her mind further to the edge, until she couldn't see the sun through the fog of her breaths, or the layers of the waves (it didn't really matter which).But she loves meShe keeps summer waiting for me;to heal the frostbite f