We’re going to the lake house today.
The drive there is long enough to be boring but short enough to not
bother bringing anything to do along the way. I always look out the
window and read stories in the telephone wires to occupy myself
instead.
I thought I saw something standing
underneath the monkey bars at the playground as we drove past. I
think it was a short Tree (or a tall Man).
No. It was nothing. Just a trick of the
light aided by imagination.
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