walking together in a meadow of yellow buttery cowslips filled with the humming of bees honey-sweet as a first kiss a crown of petals daisy-chained by our fingers dusty with pollen trails on the summer breeze snags in overhanging leaves knee-deep in grasses on the edge of the meadow our fingertips touch with an exchange […]
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