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My Favorite Spot

  • pvapty
  • Sep 17, 2024
  • 1 min read

It's 5:30 p.m. - the sun hangs low in the sky. Breezes gently waft across the lawn. The dogs rest - one in the grass with forepaws crossed, the other on the concrete legs askew in the jet position. Birds alight on the branches.


I drag the lawn chairs together - one I sit on, the other I rest my feet. I poise my glasses across my nose, open up the book to the last page read, lean my head against the back of the chair. Aaahh, I'm in my favorite spot.


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