Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Beer


He has his feet up and his shades down. He sits enjoying the cool spring breeze as the sun warms his face. As a batter goes up to the plate, he puts his feet down knowing that it’ll be a good swing. Jumping up, he forgets about the beer at his feet as he goes to catch the ball. This catch, a proof of memory, is worth more than an overpriced cup.

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