Amid the chorus of bird and bee, the kombucha and Kobo, I wait. Warming in the sun, the sour cherries with walnut topping and coconut sprinkles await on the green Sterilite of the upside-down storage crate aka table.
My body seeks to avoid the smattered bird dropping lurking in the lawn chair’s deep right corner like my mind avoids the next words to be …
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