Out of the dust of dreams
Fairies weave their garments.
Out of the purple and rose of old memories
they make rainbow wings.
by Langston Hughes
Monday, July 29, 2013
Warm, Windy and Waiting
A simple pleasure I enjoy is sitting in the back yard. I think Mother Nature provides therapy that can rival the best psychiatrist. I wish all the troubled people in the world could find a favorite spot in nature to relax.
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