Today began & concludes with the same white flower. This morning it gave air to the inspiration & this evening we shared a drink.
From the flower we migrate down, bench to bench where I found myself fifty five minutes in. It must be a Lake Okanogan swim.
Onto Yellow Lake where we became good friends. Back and fourth we traded pace, in and out of minds guarded space.
Down hillside & onto the feet. Thirty Eight? That my kind of . . .
See you tomorrow morning white flower.
Rest well.
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I am also like white flower
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