244 – Cabbage jewels
This afternoon it was totally still in the garden. Not a breath of wind. I could hear the bird calls echoing from across the valley …
This afternoon it was totally still in the garden. Not a breath of wind. I could hear the bird calls echoing from across the valley …
Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? — Emily Dickinson The day couldn’t get …
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