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At dusk Monday night, I sat in my back yard with my husband in our fancy (read: not fancy at all) new lounge chairs waiting for the fireworks in Lawrenceburg to begin.
We hadn’t seen each other all day – he was working, I was out of town – so the fireworks that weren’t hidden behind houses or trees set a nice backdrop for our nightly catching up on conversation.
Our lovely yellow lab, Lily, who is only mildly afraid of the loud, fiery explosions, lay on the ground in between us, and I couldn’t help think about what a perfect night it was.
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