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It was grey but not rainy, cool but not chilly, enough leaves left in
the trees for privacy, enough on the ground to crunch under feet.
The clouds looked heavy but the setting sun peeked under them like a light
in the hall below a closed bedroom door to be turned off only when parents
go to sleep.
A nice day, really, and I
spent some
of it with Steve.
Rest in
Peace |
