Soft as a baby’s fist uncurls, new born hawthorn leaves – periwinkle sky — Birds feathers brighten, mad march hares running, boxing lambs sproing in the fields — Brimstone b…
Source: Early awakenings
Thank you Stephanie and Virginia
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