A stout, robust orange-breasted robin hopped a lot along the ground. I passed him by as I moved, taking long strides in the morning. The grass was long and fell across itself. All the better for worms. A light rain had soaked the earth and the air smelled fresh. The leaves whispered on the trees, shaking off the dew with each breeze. The dark red maple tree was remarkably bright.
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Play Like a Child
Play like a child in the sand building castles and caves and rivers and ribbons swing swords invisible wildly wielding The blood and bones ...
