It’s a beautiful day in Georgia, USA
PLAYDATE WITH MY GRANDSON The cool of morning wind. The playground free. We run on vitamin D, set sail for the timberset of castles and swings. Our wings on fire — Spring cheeks so ruddy red. I think of slower days - those not sublime. It’s a grand time. The trees dressed white and pink. The lift of heathery feet and the grass a treat. The sand - a miniature twister. Of all the wishes wished this one is sweet. 3/22/2019
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