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The tree leaves are as still as Henny stalking a bunny.
“Are we rehhhh-deeee?” Thalia tosses a life jacket into the back seat.
“One minute —” Nia’s fingers fly. “— finishing today’s love letter.”
A train horn sounds in the distance. “All a-paddle-board… Perfect conditions, cacophonous birdsong… Mother Nature will be disappointed if we ignore her gift.”
If a window of opportunity appears, don’t pull down the shade.
~ Tom Peters