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The sky today is a shade of blue both soft and hard at once, the sunlight like powdered sugar. The air is clean, quiet. The small birds outside the verandah shriek, but they are not noisy. The only traffic is school children with gleaming smiles and slow bicycles, maybe stopping to pluck some ber from the tree in front of our house.

The dog chases butterflies ceaselessly, creating the only dust visible.
What stress? It seems an alien concept here, almost too rude to mention.

Thank God.