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The Cabin by John H.
Soft sand rubbing against my toes. It feels so amazing. We play wiffle ball. The ball flies in my glove. That is one out. Now I am pitching. Strike out. Two outs. Now I am sitting ont he bench. I smell the air. It smells so good. Too bad that I'm not fishing. Now I am hitting. I smack a homerun. |