All morning long the clouds grew strong and huge. I put the house in order and looked after the laundry. The lilies were breaking my heart and filling my eyes. They kept pulling me down from the house to stand there looking at them.
The ones along the fence were still buds. They reminded me of orange tongues of fire against the stark background of the grey aluminum fence.
Crickets sang together in the field beside the house. I studied for awhile in the new kiosk. The house and the place were quiet. Now and then a car would pass on the newly paved road.
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