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The image

Sometimes, I've realized, I do things just because if they were painted, it would be a cool looking painting. Tonight, for example, after I was done playing tennis (at 9 in the evening, alone), I walked over to the bleachers, laid down, and made a phone call. The sky was shades of purple, the stars were out, Mars was floating around in the sky - a dot brighter than the others - and the tree above the bleachers was caught in that weird and fleeting period between Spring's green and Autumn's orange.

The only real downside was that I didn't have my coat with me, and so the bleachers were mighty cold. Other than that, though, it was a perfect scene.


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