 | | 06/06/2012 02:29
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
wander past the hilltop edge,
A ditch spilling dandelion dust, the wind kissing on my pale face & the murmuring of honey bees. Each sliver on the path precious to me, and each leaf of grass is a friend. To wander in gladness is to wander past the hilltop edge, into the woodland where the deers drink their water.I don't go here as often as I'd like. The path is narrow, allowing only a few passengers at a time. The swampy grass is no place for sitting and the man-made path is crooked and cracked. If you aren't mindful of where you place your feet, you might bruise an ankle or spoil your day. In the Mid Summer, you will find berries and sunflowers covering the swamp and breaking through spaces...
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