Meg pulled into the driveway. The dog’s head was hanging out the back window. Full summer, late afternoon, we’re all sleepy, or just restless. Meg: I brought watermelon. Me: I’ll get a knife. Out back, the dog followed us down the hill towards the creek, the grass was almost knee length. Grasshoppers jumped, flew in the humid air. Meg was wearing cut off jean shorts and a striped tank-top. She was barefoot, her hair, up in a simple ponytail. Casual elegance.
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Meg pulled into the driveway. The dog’s head was hanging out the back window. Full summer, late afternoon, we’re all sleepy, or just restless. Meg: I brought watermelon. Me: I’ll get a knife. Out back, the dog followed us down the hill towards the creek, the grass was almost knee length. Grasshoppers jumped, flew in the humid air. Meg was wearing cut off jean shorts and a striped tank-top. She was barefoot, her hair, up in a simple ponytail. Casual elegance.