Kitchen Sink My favorite summertime window is at the kitchen sink, sometimes I stand there for hours after all the bowls are washed. Through the rusted screen a breeze caress my face, softly shaping my mouth into a smile. Briefly everything melts away leaving only the moment in which to dwell. The tree...

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