Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Bathing in Fresh Air

Faded purple petals fall around me, music plays from my headphones peacefully along side the gentle buzzing from the bees above my head, the brilliant emerald "wannabe" grass shimmers in the spring sunlight, and I wonder how you would like to sit beside me reading the words that inspired me to write things like this out loud to me. It's one of those scenes, those moments you love so much, but still can't accurately put into description for others - so why don't you join me next weekend?

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