Daily Archives: Nov 24, 2014

Blissed Out

A flaming copper bark dresses my parasol pine this morning and varied pinks light up houses on the hill. It is cool but not cold; the air is still, filled with bird chatter and wafting scents of flowers waking up. … Continue reading

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