finish lines and frogs

Just walked with Mo. She was out of gas and it was nice to stroll in the park and talk. 18 is better than nothing. The park was gorgeous, we found a windmill, the soccer players were cutthroat, the birds were exotic. And at the finish line was a frog singing in a magnificent baritone. A good day to be out. Life is more than a relentless pace …

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