
Fat cat nappin' on the windowsill
baby blooms budding on the daffodils
March winds blustering
flitting, fluttering butterflys
bumblebee hums.
(I can dream, can't I)
Today is
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. -Emily Dickenson
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