Hello my friend,
Would you come swing with me? We'll watch the sun go down Behind a tree, We'll listen to woodpeckers knocking away at dawn And when we'd wake up They would be gone. We'll return to the city With fresh new eyes And like the sun We will rise Taking in nature's beat As we walk down our city street Welcoming the inevitable birth of spring It all can begin -- on a swing.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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