spots of sunshine on the lake that you can run your fingers through
a page of my journal with delicate dragonfly wings
in the evenings the lake is like glass
the place I know as home
just happiness
good boy
a family reunion in the woods
a lopsided dress that is just right
there is no greater peace than that at the heart of the forest
calm
mama always told me not to play with the gypsies
summer evening, lawn chairs & torches
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