Imagine a morning.
The sky is blue and wide
and the breeze is wistful
and perfumed.
We wander under the canopy of the rainforest,
And then out into the light.
And flowers.
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Imagine a morning.
The sky is blue and wide
and the breeze is wistful
and perfumed.
We wander under the canopy of the rainforest,
And then out into the light.
And flowers.
Musings from the cold 