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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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« on: June 15, 2019, 02:32:45 PM »

Red and black large woolen checkered blanket placed on the grassy clearing between the limestone rocks just off the walking trail.  The end of summer breeze seemed a bit cooler marking the approach of the fall.  The rustle of the soon to be drying leaves carried above our heads as the view across the lake reminded us of how lucky we are to be alive.  The glimmer of hope sparkled on the water as we read our favorite passages from new books that caught our eye.  The pages still crisp and fresh with new ideas still hidden within the ink and paper.  Her delicate hands slipped slowly down the page and the new pink nail polish juxtaposed perfectly against the soft white.  There were laughs and looks, but there was loss as well.  It was welling up between us, the aching feeling of discomfort that lodges in the back of the mind and feels like a headache.  The more you push it back the larger it gets, almost like raking leaves in the fall.  As the small pile becomes larger and larger.  Our leaves were overwhelming,  so big now that even a heavy fall wind couldn't blow them away, and certainly one picnic by the lake was never going to cure all the resentment.  Silence between the words became saviors
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