Not when the blue is so blue you just stop and observe. I want to stretch out among the blue and listen to the bird calls.
Maybe I will.
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When was the last time you stopped and rested in a meadow? When did you have the time for it?
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You would enjoy the air smell here these days - wild honeysuckle in abandon - I go outside and drink it in through my nose, entreating it into all my pores. Air borne blueness.
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