This is the town where I live. Each March the wild plum trees put on their white dresses.
Pink ones too.
I stay inside for a bit, arrange boquets;
Make this new Paris Tea., boy is it good.
But I think I hear seagulls,
and the fog has blown away and the cows are out again.
I've been working in the mornings. This is a light house, its glows at night with a tealight inside
Made a new shape platter,
Then its out the door again!xxx
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