Again From The Porch

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From the room on the porch, again, as the title suggests. Mom, K, and our pup. This is from two summers ago, and for some reason that makes me feel pretty sad. In the sort of way that nostalgia does to you, I suppose. There’s not even anything particular about this day, or weekend, or moment. It’s just the being home, I suppose.

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