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Time slows when you garden. Insects buzz, butterflies flit, flower to flower. The sun smiles through branches in the trees, and the grass whispers to the spring breeze, exchanging between them, secrets of the soil and the sea.
π¬οΈMitch
Natalie
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Beautifully written...π
Wife, mother, teacher, people/music lover and writer: sharing bits of her soul one story at a time.
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