Daises in my field. Daises everywhere. My only open-minded moment on the road yesterday, I looked over and saw daises covering a grassy hill. And a deer. A deer in the daises. That phrase makes me smile. That image lingers into today. Green, brown, white.
I am in love with my neighbor's oak hydrangeas. Funny, how love starts. Something you are aware
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