It's mother's day, I spend four hours playing violin at a farmer's market for tips. It's 90 degrees and mid may. There are hundreds of parents, grandparents, soon to be parents, and children of all ages. Fresh bouquets abound, and strollers and round bellies, and slings with wide eyed caterpillars peeping out. Time passes, I'm glad I put on my heavy sunscreen, exposed to direct sun. I have the iconic tank top sunburn, but am glad my hand isn't hurting. Later, I shop at a big store, and buy cookies on sale dirtcheap. I eat a few, the rest are for the crows and squirrels at the park. It's not original, just sweet.
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