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Our small pool...

We try to keep it private.  We put signs all around and hope people read them.  The pool is just for us, small, a bit old, but I love lying on my back and looking at the sky and watching the trees against it.  I am especially happy when Bernie is swimming nearby.  Just a simple pleasure on a summer day. I remember with happiness the raucous sound of family in the pool.  What joy.

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