Point Betsie Calls butterfly I wonder if it is

I wonder if it is measured in grains

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My dark and down days are filled with sunflower dreams and visions of bright and brilliant happy yellow blooms

A Blessing I am sure

a sapling rose above the forest

Point Betsie Calls butterfly I wonder if it isI picked up a camera and wanted to take a picture. I still study and learn and am still so moved by light and color. One day I observed and noted that the first and last light seem to cast the longest shadows. Coffee always calls before the light of the new day begins. Aromatic and deep wafting nips and nutty and faint whiffs pull me up and out of the soft and snug warm layers of the night. Its winter here and every part of my being knows I need the