Dear Reader:
The song Strawberry Fields Forever, by the Beatles, always evokes the summer I really got to know my best friend; the summer we biked halfway across town and then back, to the other side, a casualty of a missed turn. We were thirteen. Maybe the memory of being thirteen won't be quite so vivid to me once I've gotten further from it; but I hope not. I want to remember every detail of my lungs heaving as we biked up a hill, my heart pounding in my ears as we sped down the other side. I want to remember how painful it was, and how accomplished we felt when we finally got there. I want to remember how it really wasn't so bad, because we were together.
So, clover's fields is a nod to just that: how it really isn't so bad, because we're here, together.
Sincerely,
Clover
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