Clear daylight made me happy. Sit up and stretch with anticipation and see the colors.

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Clear daylight made me happy. Sit up and stretch with anticipation and see the colors.
Walk about and look at trees and birds, I forgot how much I started improving in a garden.
She has a susceptibility to her feelings but is free without the sense of shame.
Fall in love with wine so good, a bed so soft, and a kiss under mistletoe.
She will see everything, fill herself up with stories and she will live richly and deeply.
I hope and forgive and confess every day to live clean - it seems to be enough, but it is not easy.
She passed by pockets of wild flowers and the air grew fragrant with growing things. She decided to delight in all the light.
This pouring rain, books in a row, and I a misanthrope - considerably restored.
There is a secret joy to be dancing in the sunset and moonlight serenades.
She believes that whatever happens, she will always be good, open, and free.