It was morning. Out on the new kiosk I thought I could smell roses. I saw some flying gnats that hovered near one of the corners of the kiosk. The light reflected off them, making them shine in the sun.
There had been butterflies lately, flying out of the trees and crossing the yard. They seemed to be traveling somewhere together, stopping at all the treetops.
There were now so many lilies blooming in the garden that it looked like they were having a party. I cooked dinner and began the laundry. It was the day before Easter.
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