~the quietness of Sunday..it's like a glass of water that sits on my desk...waiting to be sipped from...like the tiny breeze, i feel on my arm...siting here typing..its like the jazz being played in the studio...with the volume barely there ...more like a whisper and so like freshly baked scones that when you take a bite ...gives you this pure contentment, that will never leave you....
sweet Sunday to all...xo
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