I see a dandelion in perfect bloom, not one fluff of symmetry yet diffused from this lone flower — I’ll not diminish it to weed. It waits for me on this shiny, bright day. The sky is a canopy of that perfect blue you imagine for picnics and lazy afternoons floating down clear rivers orContinue reading “Shiney, Bright Day”
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