Following the sunspot, and out the window on the branches of the blossoming maple tree that fervently reaches up, and up, filling the sky with life and hope.
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can you spot my son? (tee hee, get sunspot, son spot) shit, I think I'm the only one laughing. teehee
I also appreciate your attempt to switch gears here. There is nothing more powerful than trees, blue skies love and babies to deflate the sales of combat. Sweet innocent future, I'm with you (no more from me about protests and all that junk). There are cherry blossoms filling "pink park" just outside my door, I'll go take some pictures.
I'm breathing in springtime, and I'm taking huge breaths, wafting in all the baby scents(especially now since Drü's poos are no longer scentless!)
Get that pink park as the sun is going down, will you? I'm a sucker for the sweet light.
I'm spilling over with this love stuff. I'm like a kid running into the water, like in a lake, at top speed, splashing everyone, and then my whole body gushes into the water(love), and I float along, on my back staring at the sun, feeling its warmth, with a big goofy grin on my face.
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Following the sunspot, and out the window on the branches of the blossoming maple tree that fervently reaches up, and up, filling the sky with life and hope.
6 comments:
can you spot my son? (tee hee, get sunspot, son spot) shit, I think I'm the only one laughing. teehee
There is nothing more beautiful than a family in a bed.
:)
I giggled.
Lots of life and hope there! I see him, he's a cutie.
I also appreciate your attempt to switch gears here. There is nothing more powerful than trees, blue skies love and babies to deflate the sales of combat. Sweet innocent future, I'm with you (no more from me about protests and all that junk). There are cherry blossoms filling "pink park" just outside my door, I'll go take some pictures.
I'm breathing in springtime, and I'm taking huge breaths, wafting in all the baby scents(especially now since Drü's poos are no longer scentless!)
Get that pink park as the sun is going down, will you? I'm a sucker for the sweet light.
I'm spilling over with this love stuff. I'm like a kid running into the water, like in a lake, at top speed, splashing everyone, and then my whole body gushes into the water(love), and I float along, on my back staring at the sun, feeling its warmth, with a big goofy grin on my face.
I'm sooo happy for you. This is the kind of joy I imagined you'd feel, being a sensitive artist and all.
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