Today she took off on a 5 + mile jaunt.
She wore her new bright Brooks shoes.
There were bright purple hydrangeas.
The Oregon Grape looked like New England autumn.
Lyon Creek held the sky.
The old roses were fragrant.
As was the jasmine.
And the poodle waited patiently for the keepers in the ski boat.
There was a sweet promise at the end of the trail.
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