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Friday. April 13th. 5pm.
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The last remaining slant of sunshine is inching across the wood panelling of the patio. Judging by it’s speed, and the distance from me to the shade, I estimate that I have about 10 more minutes before the sun on my face is replaced by the shadow of the overhang. I put my laptop away and take my warm cup of black coffee in my hands. Tilting my head back and closing my eyes, I shut out everything but the warm haze of sun and salt that sits on my face, and soak up these remaining moments. I can hear the birds singing as they announce spring with every breath. I can hear the rhythmic panting of dogs as they meander by with their owners. Somewhere a few blocks from where I sit, a group of children are yelling and laughing as they play together. And I can smell the ocean. Even at low tide and distant from the shore, its easy to sense it’s nearness. Opening my eyes, I take in the quaint stretch of asphalt and sidewalk that lays before me and set my gaze on the endless expanse of blue sea that begins where the street ends. And I thank God for another glorious day, grateful for this gift of life He’s given me.

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