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I was going over my list of friends and realized I havent been to visit in a while..hope things are going good for you..As for me I am waiting for Spring to get here to Northern Michigan been sooooo cold..
Just popping in to visit..love your writings...I am struggling with life right now, the depression seems to be winning,, not to worry I won last time and will do it again...Have a wonderful weekend....xxxxx's Arla
I come to wich you a very beautiful sunny weekend.
Witch I hope you will enjoy very much.
Here in Belgium it is tradition in the night from saterday to
Sunday the time changes one houre.
So it will be one houre more light from
Sunday till the last weekend of October.
Witch I personnely like very much.
It brings more light in life.
Spring Morning
The long uncut grass, swayed to the whispers of the wind. The orange sun cast a yellow glow upon it's spears. Tiny beads of dew slowly rolled down each unkept blade, as grasshoppers playfully jumped in and out of the green maze. The morning sun rose to its peak, and the geese took shade from the tall oak trees. The butterflies danced through out the air, a peaceful spring morning with not a care...