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Memories he had thought he’d lost flooded back to him. He could see her, plain and beautiful in the bright sunlight, bouncing on her heels to keep up with his pace, her blonde hair playing about her shoulders. She had a hand on the top of her hat to keep it from flying off in the wind created by the cars on her left, and  from her brisk jog down the sidewalk. Her other hand reached out to grab his as he began to run, his long legs covering three times more ground than before— Cool wind whipped at their faces, the bright sunlight glinted off the cars and metal fences that became blurred to colorful streaks on every side as they gai