Sun pours down like honey
April 30, 2016
Walking the Rye marshlands
Someone thoughtful left a perfect walking stick propped up against a tree. Grateful.
If I press my hands against this, will I find myself back in time? In Scotland? Hmmm.
Better to Be Here Now
Field of deer
On both sides of me (note to self, check for ticks)
And avoid the turkeys (good life rule in general).
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