This was the day of the meadow. The plain green meadow, with the family of deer grazing off to the left. Little ones bucking, while antlered stillness observed at their side. Reconnected. Smells so floral and fragrantly pungent are all up my side. The swallows. Diving. Dipping. Slicing the sky overhead, blushing my cheeks crimson. I tried t…
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