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Courtyard of Queens

A morning spent in a lawyers office,  paperwork, then a notary and signing names — it can suck the creativity right out of you.  The last stop of the afternoon, I had a few minutes to sit in a courtyard while Brad delivered the last of the documents.  The winter sun was high and warm, reflecting off the pool of water in the fountain.  I sat and watched the dead leaves float towards me, the blue tiles rippling and warping in the light.  The first calm of the day hit me.  And for a moment, I felt like I was the queen of my life once again.

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