Two pink lawn chairs. Graffiti: MLPK, sprayed on the side of an electrical box in bright blue. An overgrown front yard. A couple, unloading bags and bags and bags of groceries from the back of their brand new, shiny black hatchback. A yard that isn’t really much of a yard at all - dirt and weeds. Trees, trees, trees. Trees without any leaves. My favorite kind of trees, with their spines pointing left and right, up and down. Reaching out for one last taste of the sweet summer breeze.
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