The day sparkled, it was a glorious afternoon. A lovely spring day. A lovely Sunday, just how Sundays should be, aught to be, should always be, we want them to be, relaxed, sunny and gentle. The perfect bookend to the working week, the perfect entre. If we have to, you know, do Mondays. I love Sundays like that. It makes the rest of the week worthwhile.
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