The b.f. will be camping and kayaking this coming weekend and I will be having some friends over for a potluck. As I have said before, this hasn't felt much like summer. The lack of heat and backyard parties has had me rather blue. But, it was 105 degrees yesterday and I'm hoping for a sultry night on Saturday.
The remains of Williams beat-up childhood chairs sit by the fire pit awaiting a proper ceremony. They will be reduced to ashes, only a memory. Grace's house will soon be inhabited by others and William's connection to that place will be physically severed. Thankfully, he has friends here who won't let him slip away.
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