i love that moment when you peer through the branches
and little flecks of colour and light appear
like so much confetti!
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2 comments:
Yes, I know that quite well, living in a tree-house!
my morning's now i look out the windows through big old trees. not in a forest setting like you valerianna but on a super quiet small city street . . . . it's pure magic for me! steven
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