Cabin Day Seven



I rub my sleepy eyes and clean the last dishes.

My week at the cabin is over, and I slowly pack the car.

I'll be back in a few days when I will have to say bye for another year.

The river is low again, but the grass is green, and the day is cool.

More rain is in the forecast.

I take a deep breath, lock the door, and move on.

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