Smells whirl up in the air: coffee, fresh bread, a steaming cup of tea. The sun sprays pools of light on the hard wood floor; and I sit, my legs crossed, with wooly socks on my feet and a quilt thrown over me.
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l o v e l y m o r n i n g s
capturing dew
walks in the crisp air
boats sitting on water, still as could be
art projects
planning
vacation mornings
outside mornings
typing
rippling streams
devotions
// linking //
xo, acacia
