The Deck, Thursday Night

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It was a little cool this evening, but that just meant Leda was comfortable in her jacket. There were certain simple pleasures she had recently rediscovered, and one of those, was a good adventure story.

Currently she was splayed out in one of the deck chairs, reading a book about pirates and buried treasure. She had some soda and chips for snacking and sharing if anyone came by.

[Open! I'm guessing there's lights out here for to read by.]