june 4

there is no scent like that of summer
there are no evenings like those of June’s longest days
there is nothing like a glass of wine,
a bowl of potato chips,
and a game of Quiddler
with a hubby who doesn’t mind losing
most of the time

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daughter, sister, wife, mom, early childhood specialist, creator of poems, photos and sweaters View all posts by Ameliasb

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