beauty
i love the way droplets of dew look on fresh patches of cloverand the sound of sweet birds singing songs that we’ll never begin to understand,
children licking lollipops
and aged couples holding hands
laughter and freckles
and smile krinkles around eyes
bowties and suspenders
and bright yellow rain slickers
and winter turning to spring,
and crying left-eyed tears,
and sharing community with new friends
I love the way a field looks after it’s been plowed
and the sound of voices singing songs to a God that we’ll never begin to understand.
all for now @
12:25 PM
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ooh, I liked this.
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Rachel, at
1:06 PM
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