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surrounding my back porch is a fence - it's fashioned out of wood and painted an ecru type of color. I watch the sunlight play through the slats - slowly illuminating and fading as the clouds drift by - a slight breeze comes through unencumbered; swirling and circling 'round my face as if caressing it. It's much the same as I imagine you will upon your arrival... Post a comment in response: |
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