15 October 2012

on a warm sunday afternoon.

We sat on the porch of Auntie Gifty's house, Shannon and I.  Enjoying the occasional breeze while we laughed at each others' attempt to eat the pineapple we bought on campus.  As the plentiful and delicious juice ran down my chin and all over my hands, I thought out loud, this is the way life is supposed to be.  "If only we had a kiddie pool," Shannon said.  If only.

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