buttery spring

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buttery spring has come to
lick it’s cracked lips. buds
are beginning to poke their
heads from behind nature’s
bosom. and me? me, im soaking
it all in. the harmony; a concert
of wide smiles and insects that
shutter at night. pay the pipper
to play my favorite song. lay
your hair down and let the fun
begin 🌸✨

 

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