this morning.
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i lingered at yesterdays.
milk-bottle-nested.
fresh sunflowers.
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swelled with childish glee.
at the sight of "the stump".
a rare city find.
that i discovered.
discarded.
on the corner.
and rolled home.
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and smiled at the yarrow.
near the back door.
oh!
how i would love.
to sink deep.
into a field.
of this.
most favorite.
of flowers.
lovelovelove... I love laying in fields of flowers, in the sunshine of course.
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