There is something about hammocks, flip flops, sun dresses, bare feet, late night walks, tete a tete talks, mid day bonfires, ocean swims and sweaty concerts that ease and free my Being.
It must be my inner child.
Sweeping through musty grass at twilight setting up house imagining the trees and fields my castle the leaves my golden palate my cup full of kitchen!
Watchful while perfectly pitch and nesting birds sing the prettiest of songs I nestle sheetless beneath needle free moonlit sky my sunset bedroom a pillowing lullaby sleep lullaby sleep ...
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