There is just something…. Magical about Saturday afternoons.
Sun shinning brightly
Sheets and clothes swaying gently on the lines,
Wind blowing softly and soundlessly
The quietness and once in a while distant chatters of children playing
Sounds of cars passing by,
It’s restful and familiar
It’s nolstagic too, reminding you of countless moments of this magic you’ve experienced in the past.
It’s endless, normal, so simple…
And that’s the magic of it.
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karen gacheri (Pseudonym) (
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