Blue sky? Warmth? Is it possible? What a strange dream. Moss is growing on the dahlia bed. The maples are an odd sort of green. Can those be leaves? Pinch yourself. Yes, those are nests in the trees. Look again. The last of your thoughts are blowing to sea. There they go. Back to the ether. No need for me.
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Categories: Daybook
Tags: Dahlias, Dreams, Leaves, Maples, Moss, Nests, Sky, Spring, The Sea, Thoughts
William Michaelian 