In The Afternoon She Reads By The Window

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The light is better here ~ the walls are warmer here ~ she brings her book to the window each afternoon and laughs at her attempts to grow ivy in the broken pots on the ledge.  The noises from the street are filtered, almost soothing.  She hears a child call, a dog bark, and the late afternoon traffic.  A small luxury she takes each day to sit with a worn copy of a familiar book ~ almost like visiting with an old friend.

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~K


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