Where the sun
Hits the golden leaves
Casting sparkling pearls
On layers of frost.
In the meaning of
Upon the earth.
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A good beginning.
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Good morning Cecilia 🙂
It’s afternoon here sweets. But morning to you at your end. Hope you’re doing great.
Not doing bad. Hope you’re well in your afternoon world.
I’m great, just busy but doing well. Thanks for asking. Have a great day Johnny!
You too Cecilia 😀
Look you two l came late to this conversation, so if you two don’t mind I will just go back to my lonely that space in between the lines
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