Bright orange light from within the warehouse.
Flowers would grow here. Those from warmer climes.
Dapper younger people burnishing tightly rolled brollies.
Toys with air conditioned glove boxes.
Who’s got the gloves?
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It seemed wet.
Slippery or ice cream?
When we awoke it was daylight.
The dream had revealed a map showing where the treasure was buried.
The cook made breakfast the same way as yesterday day.
Some things do change, perhaps some don’t.
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A shining star of the retail world.
A factory turning out silver pyramids.
A cup brimming with friendship born of sincere living.
Dress and smile.
The street is everybody’s stage.
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On not giving up.
There is always a chance.
Surprising things can happen when you’ll let go of any possibility.
Not that you should make effort towards this, just that it’s another mechanism that exists and sometimes even improves upon what you started trying to do.
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We remembered to tell you the lemonade was ready.
Whether the weather was so hot or we just had a romantic front porch memory, we cannot tell.
The stories you told seamed normal and ordinary to you, fascinating, funny and enlightening to us.
It could have lasted for a bunch of afternoons.
We wish it had.
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