Today I was reclining on the muted floral print couch in my cozy nest of a bedroom. The windows and sliding glass door open, a cool breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, Duke Ellington on the player, Salinger's 'Franny and Zooey' in hand, avian embroidered throw pillow behind my head. Throwing caution to the wind in a wrinkled black sundress, I
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