I is for Imagination

He came inside from pulling some weeds and collapsed on the couch. “It’s brutal out there today.”

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She looked up from the magazine she was thumbing through. “I bet. “

He peered over her shoulder. “What are you reading?”

“I’m planning our next trip.”

“Oooh. Where’s that?”

“I have no idea,” she shrugged.

“Won’t it be a little hard to get there if we don’t know where we’re going?”

She laughed. “There is snow on the ground. I’m guessing north of here.”

He stared at her for a second and then burst out laughing. “Well, okay, then. North it is.”

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