We were in the living room and the bright fall sunlight shone in through the big window and I was pouring water into the iron from a clear glass beaker, and the light lit up the beaker and sparkled on the water and filled up my eyes and I stood there watching it, half-lidded and soaking in the warmth of the sun.
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