Thursday, 23 July 2009

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent

The dawn chorus of singing birds is alive with the joy of life. Hidden from view they launch their souls upon the breeze in lively song. Softly floating it drifts and stirs me from my daze-dreams.

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