There is noth
ing quite as ro
mantic as the warm bo
dy of a mead
ow and her twi
light smile is an invi
tation to the jazz
athon of crick
ets an
nouced by giddy katy
dids be
fore the si
lent fire
works of fire
flies spar
ks up from
her sk
in through the love
ly tres
ses of wild
flowers
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Copyright © 1998, 1999 by J. Kevin Wolfe
Reflections can be sent to J. Kevin Wolfe.
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