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Give me a spring morning, far from winter’s troubles. On an earth axis-turned toward the life-giving sun. Announce it with tulips and trumpets of yellow daffodils. Watch as young, colorful, impressionist, bluebell, dogwood, snowdrop, and primrose blossoms preen, in the candid radiance of the abaxial springtime sun. Enjoy new life dancing, playfully on tactile wafts of warm air. Inhale that air, freshly fragranced by flowers in luscious bloom. Catch the bright chirp of new life and hear the humble buzz of bees hard at their work, spreading the pollen of life.   Then lengthen these hopeful, verdant days, like a blessing.
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Mar 19, 2023
Mar 19, 2023 at 1:48 PM UTC
Spring mornings
Give me a spring morning, far from winter’s troubles. On an earth axis-turned toward the life-giving sun. Announce it with tulips and trumpets of yellow daffodils. Watch as young, colorful, impressionist, bluebell, dogwood, snowdrop, and primrose blossoms preen, in the candid radiance of the abaxial springtime sun. Enjoy new life dancing, playfully on tactile wafts of warm air. Inhale that air, freshly fragranced by flowers in luscious bloom. Catch the bright chirp of new life and hear the humble buzz of bees hard at their work, spreading the pollen of life.   Then lengthen these hopeful, verdant days, like a blessing.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Tactile: perceptible by touch. Sure, it doesn’t feel like spring yet, I’m going with it, but I’m thirsty for it.
anaisvionet
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22/F/France
Mar 19, 2023
Mar 19, 2023 at 1:48 PM UTC
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