As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon...
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring...
What stranger miracles are there?"
-  Walt Whitman
Have a great weekend.

Aug 15

Wm tyvm x

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Good morning ☺️ 🦋 

meteorat thank you xx

Meteorat ty

Sprinkled

Duck ty x

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A true friend doesn't care when you're broke, being crabby, what you weigh, if you don't see them for months, if your house is a mess, what you drive, about your past, or if your family is filled with crazy people. Your conversations pick up where they left off, even if they have been months (or years!) apart. They love you ... for who you are.
Have a wonderful  night.🙂

Aug14

Meteorat, thanks x