Out of work at last, I found I had a flat tire, and no patch kit, so I started walking home. It was nice to see my usual sights at a slower pace.
The tomatoes were caught at the bottom of the produce bowl, under a loaf of bread.
I thought this one had grown a particularly photogenic mold pattern.
Ross got out his accordion so Brigid could practice.
It was a little out of tune, but that gave all her songs a new tonality.
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