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Sunday Afternoons I remember sitting on the front porch swing at grandma's house, on sunny Sunday afternoons. Being warmed by the sun and lulled by the soothing sounds of song birds. Just sitting, in the solitude. It was a different time, when life was stilly and Sundays promised me, much more simpler things. |
Additional Notes:
stilly...means quiet or still
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