All of my windows are pasted with magnificent paper flowers, soaking up the sun. Curious bugs, real blue skies, puffy clouds, and swaying trees complete the luminous backdrop. It's the most peculiar unity of opposites, wanting only a recording of birds to speak for the silent ones who fly behind the glass.
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ReplyDeleteThanks, Aimee. The flowers look so pretty I hate to take them down. I wanted to remember them.
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