Sunday
The clouds are as puffy as homemade whipped cream and the sky as blue as the skin of a very blue blueberry. The truer meaning of the word spring, never quite hit like today on this Sunday. The gentle singing of our yellow breasted birdy wind chime and soft warm rays of sunshine hitting the balcony, caught my attention and sent it staring out the window in a daze.
-Grace K.
-Grace K.
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