the sweet glow of summer rests, ripened to golden on cheeks, as fastidious fingers tug and pull that which is not meant to take root a curious breeze blows welcomed secrets, as deliciously sore muscles and hard-earned sweat unearth truths once hidden beneath the now upturned soil and rocks anxious leaves rustle a whispered concerto […]

via Gardening — Heart Breathings

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