light flight

here we go again, crossed the ocean and found such beautiful light. every evening i swear, the sun sets in sheets of pinks, my cotton candy skies.

parsley and basil, half dead on our return.

small reminders of home, always my feathers, soft with dew on the sill.

a few tiny bits to be treasured, hearts miles away.


such gifts, xx

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