This could have been a day like others. A Spring morning, a small journey ahead,
some chores to do beforehand. Dogs to water and run, clean up the yard, empty the dishwasher. I took the day off, a floating holiday.
The adjective is pleasing. It’s been a long, long time since I floated.
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| And not a drop that from our Cups we throw On the parcht herbage, but may steal below To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye There hidden-far beneath, and long ago. |