Drawn this morning while sitting under a tree, listening to the crackle of the kiln, the voices of those still awake, birdsong and early traffic. The breeze had a perfect edge of coolness to it after the night of fiery heat.
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This is lovely in its simplicity
I don't think anyone can capture simplicity quite like you can. This is lovely. Don't add a thing to it. :o)