6.21.2008

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My wife's sisters are visiting.
We sat on the back porch and talked.
A summer thunderstorm blew in from the west.
We retreated to the inside of the house.
It is good to be alive.



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  1. AnonymousJune 22, 2008 at 11:20 PM

    Dear Bill, this entry qualifies as a modern Haiku. It condensates the good life in a nutshell. Thanks for this. Christa

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