| It sat near the corner on a street lined with houses, square, like lunch boxes. The pink flowers were sprinkled atop the bushes like a Georgia Sundae. The building was brick painted in purple and sunflowers, bursting in yellow and brown. |
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We sat in the cool Georgia heat under orange umbrellas sipping
ice water by candlelight. They passed around a plate of
hummus. Jazz on the speaker overtook my part in the
conversation. I was in a new world. I could get use to this. |
