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She was honest, in a way Roman could never learn to be. And she see an honesty in him that they never saw in themselves, the part that longs to be with the earth. Ever since they were children they played together, hand in hand, splashing in the summer waves. Sometimes she’d push though, too far- demand the honesty from the child who’s lied to themselves as long as they can remember. Twigs snap, and branches graze against bare skin. Tell me who you are- I’ll love it so much more than who you pretend to be.