Lograh (lograh) wrote,
Lograh
lograh

Sitting // mobloging

Flowers falling as squirells dine on strawberries overhead.
Honeybees checking every discarded blossom for any traces of nectar.
I can smell the target of their pursuit, the scent sweetly filling
every breath.
The partially shaded sun warming my back and a gentle breeze cools my
head.
I sit, surrounded by priceless treasures in the heart of the city.
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