One hour a day, if the weather is right, we go to the park.
Park days are the best days.
The dandelion wish days.
The swing-so-high-you-can-touch-the-sky days.
The roll down the hill,
throw rocks in the lake,
try to catch a butterfly days.
Imaginations run wild and free and there are *hardly* any fights.
Those are good days.
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