There's a HEB plastic bag waiting to cross the road with me. It bobs politely by my side, patiently waiting for the lights to change and then crosses. I watch it climb higher, rolling onto its back. A break for the sun is what it's attempting. Yayy, bag. I worry about it, though. Remember Icarus?
Sorry, I cross-posted but it's been too long since I posted here.
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No need to apologize; I think all of my posts here have been cross-posts. :)
so have been mine...this is beautiful R!
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