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Life goes on

Submitted by Anonymous on Wed, 01/23/2008 - 15:13

The birds sang a beautiful lullaby as they awoke from a nights rest. Stepping out of the log wood cabin Jaycee plopped down on the old oak front porch swing.
She stretched her arms high in the air and her dog, Missy, ran too her.
She petted him then tossed a stick and he ran to catch it.
The lake in front of her and her family’s house glistened in the return of the morning sun.
Jaycee’s night gown flowed in the summer breeze as she got up to throw the stick again to the Border collie.
A small wagon pulled up beside Jaycee’s home.