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Seniors & Prom

Senior year goes fast. Bring the truck, the dress, or the dog — we'll make an evening of it.

Laughing from the open back of the truck, the lake glowing gold behind her.
Sitting cross-legged on the tailgate blankets in her white crochet top.
Leaning out the driver's window with her arms folded, easy smile, sunset on the water.
Sun flare off the lake as she leans back in the window, hand in her hair.
Second outfit, same truck — settled into the doorway in a grey tee.
Stretched out on the quilt in the back, chin on her hand, golden light pouring in.
Looking out over the tailgate as the sun drops toward the water.
He twirls her on the school lawn, the mauve satin dress catching the light.
The dip by the front doors — corsage on, nerves gone.
Navy tux, pink pocket square, and his dad's car for the night.
Knee-deep in backlit September grass in a white dress, hand at her chin.
Standing still while the whole field goes gold around her.
Walking the field's edge, the hem of her dress trailing the seedheads.
A tiny wildflower held up to the low sun, everything behind it melting to amber.