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tomando desayuno

mirando los cambios en el cielo mientras el mundo se despierta y el sol sube detrás del agua

triste que hoy es domingo, y hay que volver a la casa

feliz que puedo estar todavia en la playa

con pocas ganas de terminar la frasada que es un regalo para una de mis mejores amigas

esperando con dedos cruzados que la maquina de coser todavia funciona hoy

tratando de no hacer mucho ruido mientras esposito lindo sigue durmiendo

pensando que debo haber traido papeles de la escuela, pero no los traje.

contenta que jugamos "chicken pot pie", normalmente conocido como "putt putt" anoche, en una brisa rica, sin marcar puntos

un poco avergonzada por mi honestidad ayer, pero creo que honestidad es la mejor póliza.

pegandome sola por no haber traido la cámara

no muy feliz que la mayoría del día hoy está dedicado a limpiar la casa y prepararla para el invierno

emocianada que hasta el momento, todavia estoy cumpliendo mi resolución del año nuevo -- he venido a la playa por lo menos una vez cada mes en los últimos nueve meses.

dando gracias a Dios que siempre está conmigo y llenando mi vida con bendiciones

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