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Ana Olivia
Read moreCoffee in hand while looking out my kitchen window, I saw the last few leaves from my oak tree land on the tall pile in my front lawn. “Felicidades a mi”, I whispered as I dreaded starting my birthday with an unpleasant chore. I threw on my robe, grabbed the rake and lawn bags and stepped outside. I felt a few water droplets hit my glasses, and quickly walked back into my garage. I cannot recall a birthday with no rain. Given that it is typical weather for mid-November in the Midwest, I always had that simple wish of a cloudless day. It would have been perfect to complete this task. The chilly wind and rain on this autumn day provoked memories to resurface while I settled back to my seat in the kitchen, nursing my coffee once more.
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