I sit on our wrap around front porch that has the paint peeling and watch all the leaves on the trees wave at me. Like tons of tiny little people scrunched up into a ball, waving at me with green hands. Sometimeses I even sit by the trees and talk to them. Everyone deserves a friend.
I feel the warmth of the sun as it beats down on my face and right arm and just kissing my leg. I'm sitting on the porch swing with my book, but for some reason I can't focus which is why I'm thinking about tiny little people in the trees all scrunched together.
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