The world looks like a shiny and tiny dime, one time ago able to walk the nearest platform sidewalk throughout the big terrific, BERRIFIC, CHERRIFIC pathology trails all the way in rhythm stems of a verified southern tree, the free entire field of compassion, the everlasting sound of the fine rooted grass, how'd warm and fuzzy breeze came along in steam, make everything is truly bright on, it smells very yummiest flavor of the midair rose, co-written prose onto the grounded level, another road to paradise land to give life and magic indeed, hearing humongous beach waves were the best-echoed sounds, discovered the sandable to step through it, how thick and tender, it burns and U-turns those tropic feet, so much sheet and bittersweet sunlight of heat, take a comfy seat enjoy of the day so far before, and plenty of more
Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-3-22
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