Hot mid-summer day under a tall tree.
Light blanket bending the delicate grass beneath.
Downtown festival or desolate field.
In solitude. In the companionship of loved ones.
On this July 4th, I hope you have the good fortune of finding yourself horizontal on a blanket somewhere on a small patch of Earth. Lay still for a few minutes. Breath deeply. Give thanks.
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