~allow me to sit quiet and still on the lap of your banks listening to the rustling of the breezes through branches and leaves that dress your bonnet. let me look and listen to the ripples of your stream and learn of the stories they can tell of where they've been. and if by chance your feathered friends perched on limbs wish to sing me a tune to sooth my sensorial, then i will have much in my heart, grateful for one more fine day~
marellano
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