Friday Afternoon Swing

I lay in the swing, gently rocking myself with the arm resting over the top of my head. I read for a while; then I looked around and thought:
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"Ummm! It looks magical under those ferns! Hmmmm! I wonder who would paint something on the side of my shed?"

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Then I looked up and swung. Ahhhh, so beautiful!

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Then I slept to the sounds of birds chirping and kids biking and the occasional truck rumbling by on the main road.

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Friday afternoons don't get much better than this!