The garden finally got tilled this afternoon and by the length of the nap I took afterward you would have assumed I was the one who labored over it. As the yard serviceman tilled the very last row of my garden drops of rain dotted my face and hair as cracks of thunder rumbled across the afternoon sky. I intended to work inside of the house but was so sleepy that I climbed the stairs to my room instead. As the rain tapped against my window‘s played in my head until the space filled with strange dreams.
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