sinking into Friday.
So much happens on a weekend.
Laughing,
loving,
and a garden market.
Apples in barrels
and my favourite coloured turquoise stones
pinned up to see.
Crepes with sugar and lemon and bitter coffee
to wash them down.
Getting a little burnt from the sun
( silly me with no factor on )
and a little world cup party planned for tonight.
I'm sitting in the shade now,
thinking that I should take the laundry from
the washing line.
But it can wait.
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