Today is one of those ordinary Saturdays.
Jazzbow and his wife are having a garage sale next door.
We talked a bit about our lavender plants, chatted about the weather,
the used radios, teapots, sleeping bags, the old clarinet and
the two, large boxes of stuffed animals.
His girls, now having reached the age
when they are hugging their husbands,
rather than stuffed rabbits and bears
when night comes.
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