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Warm. Almost windless. We celebrated father’s day on the sixth floor patio. He babysat the BBQ and dished out delish burgers and corn on the cob. I cobbled together calamari and bread crumbs and garlic and leek.
& there
Most weekends. We visit my parents. My mother runs around the kitchen serving six courses. This time, she is (sort of) sitting still. Reminded me of a rainy afternoon in Bogota. The rain gave us a reason to convince my mother to let us have (yet another) coffee.
(& there)
So we sat in this restaurant perched on the side of the hill. Watching the clouds. The helicopter is putting out fire. In the rain.
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