The Canal by Emily Dante

The sun had only been high for an hour at most, the waters of the canal were lazily flowing, birds sang, and park staff had just mowed the grounds so the smell of fresh cut grass filled the air.  There was a gentle warm breeze and Diane let it flow across her face while she waited for Steve.

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