Morning sky: storm cloud splendor and eyes of blue / Summer’s in no hurry today: humidity’s low and hours are cool / Morning dew on garden beds: my fingers run along waist high sunflowers and cosmos green fringe / Bells softly ring, prayer flags whisper: flutter and settle / Sipping hot coffee / My hands smell of fresh cilantro
E.A. O'Connell
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