He remembered the tiny little notes that she had left for him, and the abalone shell, andhow sad he had been that summer because his mother had died, and the way that the girl had beenso kind, as so many had been kind to him that year.He remembered the roosts where the hawks had hovered and he looked up now to see ahandfull of them once again as they turned cartwheels in the sky.
It must have been just here,
this is where I would have built my castle.
He satdown to rest at the base of the dunes and laid back against them in the warm sand.
She was thevery first girl whose hand I held,
And the very first girl I kissed.
He thought of the times he had cried in the castle as he built it that summer. How he had preoccupied himself by hauling all the driftwood logs and making the hut so carefully. As heworked he hadn’t had to think about his mother much. It was only at night that she came to him just before he fell asleep, those evenings, almost like a dream.He thought about the dog his grandparents had gotten him as a tiny pup and he couldalmost see the three of them running as they had so many times in those days.
When life seemed so carefree,
he thought.He watched the clouds forming into masses just at the tip of the islands and he could seethe fins of dolphins in the water near to the shore.And then he remembered the day that he had really kissed her, on the lips. It had been inthe caves just along the old creekbed. He remembered how she had shivered because it had beenraining so hard that day and he had offered her his jacket because she’d been cold. He could seeher face just as it had moved close to his — she’d tipped her head just so and he hadn’t feltawkward as his lips brushed hers at all. As he thought of that kiss he remembered something that
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