I sat on my front stoop this weekend, soaking up the warmth of the spring sunshine. Nothing feels better than the cool breeze hitting your face while the sun warms your exposed skin. I felt like the little blue lizard whose habitat is in the cracks of the three-step stairs to the porch.
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