jamie {74}:
{ secret language }
jamie {74}:
plum pinecone
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She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.
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springtime admirations
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forgotten summersweet
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peekaboo
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saturday mornin' blackberries
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vinca vine on a sunny morn
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bloom { + more in comments }
jamie {74}:
Spring is here with tweet and trill, if there blooms the daffodil.
jamie {74}:
up a tree {+ 1 in comments}
jamie {74}:
panning for frogs {+ 2 in comments}
jamie {74}:
You belong among the wild flowers, you belong on a boat out at sea, far away from your troubles and worry, you belong somewhere you feel free.
jamie {74}:
dedication. {+ 1 in comments}
jamie {74}:
{generosity}
jamie {74}:
Let ’em dream long as they want to … of June somewhere on the Erie line … and crabapple blossoms.
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e ~ four and a half years old and full of life {+ 1 in comments}
jamie {74}:
full swing spring {+ 1 in comments}
jamie {74}:
love you, columbine
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little feet {+ 2 in comments}
jamie {74}:
Once I spoke the language of the flowers...
jamie {74}:
we are now boarding an....
jamie {74}:
such a renna face.
jamie {74}:
i see the world through brand new eyes
jamie {74}:
windows to my soul
jamie {74}:
it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all
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we belong to the light
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restraint equals indulgence
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a small token of friendship
jamie {74}:
8/31: Simplicity
