This weekend was a filled with sticks and frogs, daisies and forget me knots, mountain rays and marshmallow clouds, nostalgic ponds, ferns and sweet corn. Dripping ice cream, night time fire, hot stones and humming bees. A fullness too hard to recall, as a dream waifs through the night into morning. Traces left over, an image or two, flowers encircling heads in forest whimsy.
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