Bloom

When the sun catches stray hair blown by a chilly breeze,in a field created and lain with lines. Lines of life, lines of growth, and lines of grapes. Grapes that have yet to bud, to bloom, to blossom. A blossom that will then lead to a fruit, that same fruit leading to food for someone and that food a meal. A meal shared and enjoyed, dinner tables hosting a time of together. Shorts of blossoms, a necklace of the sun, my sleeved shirt, and shoes of pink.

-Harper Wears- Long sleeve - Lee Shorts - Wish Necklace - Gift Sandals - Doc Martens

Dried flowers yet to bloom and long grass catching the suns dying rays, stepping carefully in attempts to dodge the many spikes through out the field my pink crushers saving my toes from most of he many thistles.

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There is so much colour here, and it still seems that sunset throughout the world is still the best time of day. Hope you are well. Oh and do you have a favourite flower? I would love to know.

Until next time! SIGNATURE

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