Friday, May 27, 2011

Wednesday Rain

We squeezed in a walk between storms. His babbling and words only he can conceive fell silent and all we could hear were the frogs croaking nearby hidden in the grass. A cool breeze reminded me summer is not quite here. We sat on a bench in solitude. No one was around for miles...and we could feel that.

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