June 3, 2025
Mary Lou Sanelli
This morning the sound of water woke me at seven, splashing onto our balcony. I’d been awake reading until nearly two, and hoped to sleep until eight or nine. First, it’s a Saturday. Plus nothing pressing waits at my desk. And that’s a rare thing for me.
My friend Elaine and I ate dinner together at Heyday Farm. It was probably over a month ago now, but I remember the evening clearly. There was something about the whole place that just lulled me.
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