We woke to a thick smoke again. The hazy orange sun shone through the playroom window right onto Lily as she slept on my shoulder. It was the perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon. After the children were in bed, I went out onto the porch to listen to the crickets sing and feel the warm wind whip the whisps of hair that had fallen from my ponytail. The smell of smoke was still heavy in the air, but my mind was at peace.
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