She ground the heels of her hands into her eyes to try to clear her vision. It seemed like the memories were gathering there like cobwebs, clotting in her temples and snagging on her eyelashes whenever she closed her eyes. It didn't help that the park that spread out before her was full of a thick fog. When here hands failed to clear her vision she tried aimlessly to push at the haze, as if it would somehow take form under her fingers and she could mold it aside like snow. Pulling her robe closer against the chill she continued to walk barefoot along the grass. Scraps of it stuck to her feet, she could hear sprinklers spraying water somewhere a ways off. When she came to the playground she wondered vaguely why no one was playing on the equipment. It looked tired and old, but still workable. Some of the swings swayed gently in the mist, as if children had just stepped off of them and hid in the surrounding trees at her approach. She sat in one of the seats, grimacing at the rusty squeal it gave at her weight. She dug her bare heels into the damp sand at her feet and laid her head against one of the swing's chains. As she drifted off to sleep again she thought she could see the shadows of children creeping back to play.
-M
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