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Jul 2018
Trips to fairyland,
bike rides to the moon,
explorations of the woods,
time to weave stories,
words into poems and music.

The keyboard of the piano
invites our fingers
to dance and fly toward our dreams.

Time to grow flowers and food,
to let our smiles bite juicy fruits
under bright skies,
curious scents rolling around us.

Mother Nature enlightens the garden.
Written by
Julia Hones
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     ---, Nathalie, Rick the shoe shine boy, skye and Fawn
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