Simple Pleasures...


We spend our Sunday together. Fishing for little fish. Building excitement and elation at little successes. Savoring the nibbling teasing of anticipation. We enjoy the breezes and fresh air. We feel the sun on our skin. We speak of little intimate nothings which confirm our bond and shared humanity. And love for each other. We spend our Sunday together. Together. Though our bucket may come home empty. It was still the greatest fishing trip. Because we shared it together...

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