Scraps

And again, always, the day manages to save me.  And the field, with its green and yellow song.

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I swear that this is true!  I saw a daisy shaped like a smile--a yellow caterpillar on a frilly pillow.  It was a strange sight but, come to think of it, not entirely unexpected.

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The orange butterfly, thanks to the lightness of its cares, can rest comfortably on the thistle.

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The nuthatch blesses by its closeness, by allowing me to pretend that, maybe, she thinks I'm part of the tree.

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