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Late Afternoon

The water along the far canal looked the same avocado-green color it always did. I saw the same small tufts of mud and weeds along the shoreline. It was a windy day, but the water shimmered only slightly in the late afternoon sunlight. The long cattail reeds swayed softly before us.

Nothing about the view from our favorite bench had changed during the past 24 hours, during the past week, or even during the past 15 years. Yet somehow, this late afternoon passing into evening seemed different.

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