Metaphor for freedom. The relaxation, a holdover from school days with the few months off. Summer flings, dragonflies, and other things with wings. The wash of water, then soaking up the sun. Hit the road, picnic basket in one hand, camera in the other, worries and cares at home. Fresh produce, farmer's market, flea market, dogs in parks, the cool lush grass...
I love my world, my home in summer.
Wednesday, June 25
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