The birds are singing in cheerful abandon as the sun warms the earth. The washing lies on the floor of the laundry in piles of colours ready to be fed into the hungry machine. Distractions of thirsty plants in pots catch my eye, drawing me away from the clamouring noise of the Bionicle play inside. Laughter turns to tears turns to anger turns to play in moments that one can only just blink an eye. Air as fresh as cut grass makes me gasp for more till my lungs are stretched out to the max. I reach my face to the morning sunshine and pause...aah...let the weekend begin.
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