Friday!
The blades of grass tickled the back of her neck as she swept her arms up and down. Grass angels. She squinted her eyes against the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. Curling her toes into the dirt, she sniffed the air – earthy and sharp. Is this what it felt like to be truly grounded?
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wery nice.
i give it a hearty, "MMMM." ;)
(I concur with non-verbal Mallu communication)
Mmmmmmmm!
Grass angels. Nice. Spiritual guardians for those earth bound.
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