I sat on the patio reading book 2 of the North and South series on my Kindle. The resident cardinal chirped good night in the gathering darkness as lightning bugs flashed their call for mates around the white and pink blooms of rose of Sharon bushes. The little fountain splashed quietly. No politics or work or worries about bills intruded on my thoughts of contentment. Movement caught my eye and a bunny hopped slowly across the lawn stopping to eat a bite of grass or weed, sniffing the air constantly for danger. I closed my book and sat, enjoying the summer evening. I offered a prayer of thanks and went inside still wondering why Ghislaine Maxwell is in jail if she trafficked minors to nobody?
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