Today I went to the park. The grass was partly dry to sit on it with shorts. the part of the ground with the evening sun had no bench and table. A rain drain into the park ended in rocks mostly small but one bigger than a basketball. That was my seat to read the book from. On the left was a tree with large part of its trunk on the sloping ground. A father and his little 2~3 yr old are waling on it gingerly. When they come down the slope, the kid falls as a bound toy soldier.
On his way home, he says hi. Too low for her to hear, father says. When he calls louder, I apologize and reply hello. He says hi again.
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