I lay on warm grass
sun reaching long gold fingers—
a perfect mushroom—
listless, blue-sky studying
resolving to welcome shade
I lay on warm grass
sun reaching long gold fingers—
a perfect mushroom—
listless, blue-sky studying
resolving to welcome shade
I like “sun reaching long gold fingers—.” It was definitely doing that today.
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It’s one of my favorite things about fall–the light is magical.
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Yes, it is.
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I want to be that mushroom!!
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It’s still there! Happy in the sun!
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🙂
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