I found a sunny bench.
A pigeon had found it first and was willing to share the terms.
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All smilesA pigeon had found it first and was willing to share the terms.
The bass arrived before we found the blanket.
I treated it like a personal invitation.
The ridge pointed back, uphill.
I was the person crossing both.
I did not change lanes. I did not want to insult it.
The pass keeps its own schedule.
The parking lot had a sequel.
The ridge introduced itself halfway.
I walked the edge like a respectful guest.