Few things beat the warmth of the sun on your back. Beside a tree and below the sun, I've contorted my arms and legs comfortably on the grass. I have my legs wound before me, one arm stretched out behind me and the other resting on my raised knee. I could be productive.Or I could just sit here.I have no objectives or goals today. Truthfully, sitting under the glow is the only thing I plan on
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