Mothering mother nature

by Starlet   May 25, 2006


The sun waves its glowing hands in front of my face awakening me. The grass tickles my back until I stand up. I walk to the river that bathes my skin till I’m pruny. The wind wraps a warm blanket of breeze around me till I no longer drip from my fingertips.

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