We were born to make merry,
Build towering bonfires,
Blow smoke rings with pipes,
Weave crowns of wild flowers.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
We were born to make merry,
Build towering bonfires,
Blow smoke rings with pipes,
Weave crowns of wild flowers.
It was tough to pick a title for this one, I had so many in mind.
I often write about being lost in the wonders of Mother Nature, I wish I could indulge this more.
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