Published by K'in Literary Journal
My husband and I have a mattress-size inflatable raft we use to float on the lake that is our backyard. We can shove off the grassy bank onto the three-acre lake and bask in the sun for a lazy hour or two, like soft-shell turtles on a floating log. Far enough from the house to not hear the phone ring, beyond the wifi’s reach, we are a liquid world awa…
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