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Oct 2022
On a Sunday, the world stands still and silent;
No traffic sounds reverberate from the distant freeway;
No people milling around the parking lot.

On a Sunday, you can breathe, and hear the birds sing.
No lawns are being manicured, that happens on Saturday.
Sundays are lazy, laid-back, laconic affairs.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
75
   Weeping willow
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