Reserved.

Situated at an iron rod table that could have been born from the same litter as the one my parents have residing on the back porch of my childhood home, I picture it holding an imaginary "Reserved" sign for thoughtful moments and summertime dinners. Sitting next to me, a french press and a clay mug that has proudly been stamped with the name "Jacqui", a nod to the woman who typically keeps the Majaseri home running from day to day on Vashon Island. Just below is a dock resting above the water with three little chairs that remind me of a family watching the sunrise each morning. Here the beaches are rocky, not sandy, and the water quietly laps at the shore like a friend wanting to wake the other to play.

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