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Thoughts from long ago

10 Jun

I thought I’d jump across the ditch and do “He loves me, he loves me not” on a daisy on the bank, for fun. Smiling to  myself, I jump-stepped…and landed in a patch of wild strawberries. “Ah,” I thought, “he not only loves me, but he loves me in a wild, sweet passion.” And a vivid green grasshopper leaped toward me. “It’s a love that’s alive.” And I plucked the daisy petals for their sweet confirmation. The next thing was the warm, fragrant smell of moss, leaves, and ripeness rising from the ground. “It permeates the world around us,” I thought. Then more creatures hopped and crawled, and led my eye to a patch of daisies that looked already plucked.

 
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Posted by on June 10, 2013 in Places & Experiences

 

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