A future maybe? On the porch at day's end I bring you chili that I made and the cornbread that I made to go with it and we sit in comfy chairs looking out nothing in particular and talking about whatever crosses our minds until we both fall silent and gently soak in each other's presence. You and me at the end of a long da…
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