|(my palest, pinkest, sweet peas)|
My days have seemed to color themselves rouge. I'm caught up in pale petals and blushing cloud bellies. Oh, but I'm not bemoaning. In fact, I welcome this burst of rosy loveliness in my life. Perhaps I'm looking more closely for this pretty bit of blush within my moments; perhaps it's looking for me. No matter. I'm happy it's here and will work with its gifts as much as it allows me too.
A little bush of unknown name, all cried out it seems.
|Perfectly pretty cupcake I'd eaten. |
I felt like a doll pretending to be a little girl pretending to be a lovely lady at tea.
If you can imagine that...
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