Wednesday, June 10, 2015

158/365 Arrived

 And you know you must be waking up to this country that is familiar and yet so unfamiliar when you hear what sounds like a symphony of birds out your window in the early hours of morning, and the air smells of wet grass and remnants of rain showers and dryer sheets and a wood chip pile and coffee and momma's lotion.

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