She rose with the sun, her brow still damp with the essence of dream. Soon enough her feet were, too, from dew and from the small drops of silence that mornings bring.
There was little to say, and much space to accompany.
It was a good day.
It had to be.
There will be time much later on, for all the things she might still need, and all the words she may still say, and all the sorrows she no longer wished to borrow.
In the meanwhile, she walked on, crushing dandelions, breathing lavender.
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Beautifully and lyrically evoked throughout this entire delight. ❤❤❤
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Thank you! 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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🙂
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I should love to lose myself down that path… how delightful. Sue, one again, thank you. 💜
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Easy to get lost in the heather 🙂
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It sounds delicious! 😉
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It is 🙂
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I have no doubt! 😉
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