Friday, April 8, 2011

spring time breeze

The water flutters in the touch of a small stick, driven by the hands of pure youth. The wind flows sweetly through the air lightly touching everything with a gentle glow. Songful laughter fills the air with sweet sound at winters end. Nature starts to wake and greet the day. The beginning is alway the cleanest. Fresh and new memories.

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