They sit there on this lazy Sunday afternoon with the shade of the front lawn's tree covering them. Simple life I suppose. But as they sit there, her laying in his arms, his hands clasped holding her to him, gazing in her eyes... one can see there are no pretenses, there are no expectations except love. It's not perfect, but for today this is heaven, and they'll relax until the afternoon fades into evening. That'll be nice.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
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