days of laughing sky…

If I had a day that I could gift you it would be one of  spacious laughing sky lit by love so bright and tender and easy that it fills you like a song that you’ve been thirsty to hear, a whole pool of it pressing firm and kind against your ache till the knot…

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sweet seasons on my mind

I’ve been up in the trees pruning,  p—-r—-u—-n—-i—-n—-g,  prooooooooo – ning and I won’t bore you with how sore I am and tired and I’ve let too much time slip by without even a word to you and we can’t have that because I miss you too hard So let me just stick my head…

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