Benny and the Jets pulses from the radio as sunlight streams through the sunroof interruped by the occasional shadow of a tree or cloud. Its a warm day and the frisbee flies high. Dogs bark as children laugh and run. Mother smiles as we make crowns of dandelion blooms. A butterfly floats by and disappears, its beauty fleeting like that day in time. I watch my daughter twirl in the grass until she falls into a heap of girlish giggles. A butterfly hovers and drifts away.

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