The first hue of dawn tints the edges of the sky like a water color canvas. You're burrowed in a mound of too warm blankets desiring to hibernate like a woodland creature. Resigning yourself you yawn, stretch then peek open your eyes wondering, "What amazing inspiration shall the world bring to me today." The earth hums back "We shall see."
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Yogurt. Yum!
What do you mean I am not suppose to feed myself yogurt?
There is yogurt in my eyelashes? Where?
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