"Musings of a Grandmother"
Monday, April 4, 2011
Morning
The golden orb puts shimmer on the "newness" of our patch of woods and the morning sparkles. It's quite a magical moment as countless airy branches lissomely move in the gentle breeze. How wonderful to be an observer of this morning come to life!
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