It won’t be long now, until ever where I look things will be a shade of brown. The grass is getting lighter and lighter all color leaving the stems. Oh well, ’tis the season, as they say.
“Whatever a man looks for, he sees.”—Olepi—Hanta Yo, Ruth Bee Hill
Look softly and recognize those things that give you peace my friends.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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