snacks
waters
book (shrouded her figure away in that wild summer landscape: real horse, real rider, real land and sky and yet a dream withal. (yes, Mr. McCarthy. yes.))
full tank of gas
some music but just the quiet, too
letting the hum drown out the noise, we won't even have to say
Today I am grateful for her and him and sitting at the desk reading.
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