Getting Away


She loves this dog. I do too. We’re at the beach where the dog roams free and the Roozle walks barefoot on the grass. We sit by the outside fire. Some of us ate clams that my brother dug up earlier. The some of us was definitely not me.

I read more of my book and drank tea in the sun. It’s good to get away. Even just for a bit. Life rules.

Author: Casey

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