I was sitting reading in the sun that chilly July afternoon, watching the tortoise out of the corner of my eye. The cats were sprawled out, belly up, absorbing the thin sunlight.
I could hear the stray bees humming as they flit from one purple flower to another on the rosemary next to me, the bamboo wind chimes gently knocking in the breeze and Kate Bush wailing from a nearby house.
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