MEMORIES OF YORE
On most sunny Sunday mornings, I would wake up and lay in bed, dreaming for what seemed like hours. But today, the morning was peculiar in comparison to the other days. The warm rays of late morning sun fell slanting through the oval window, lying on the floor like sweet honey. I blinked a few times, in an attempt to help my eyes adjust to the illumination directed right at my defenseless body.…
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