Saturday

The front door is open.

The back door is open.

The kitchen is dark.

I’m pouring a glass of rose wine.

A stiff breeze blows through the house and it makes me so happy and makes me so sad at the same time that I am going to miss this place terribly when we have to move back.

But, in turn, that makes me need to appreciate every single day.

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