The patch of dust was glistening on the low stone wall. Above, the sky was stitched with lines of shadows streaming the expanse. Any hints of rain would not deter the two hearts’ wishes as they lay upon the grass. They stole their gaze from the canopy of blue when a small swarm of gnats interfered. The only mercy found were chilly drops of rain that fell to dispel them.
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Wordle 640
The Bag Lady 
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