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Airstreams slightly warming sending sweet breezes aloft, How can I complain with such warmth & feelings enveloping me through my sorrow?
Red as the day began. Auburn burning as she went into the fields, Love & Red flowing, ever flowing.
Weaving spirals never sdtop looming about in the light. She dances as we weave a natural rhythm as a breeze waifs in from the water. As I lay lounging a afar.