By the end of summer, when the work of waiting ends, I will sit in my outdoor swing and reap what we have sown, the bird and me
By the end of summer, when the work of waiting ends, I will sit in my outdoor swing and reap what we have sown, the bird and me writing stories
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juderoy29
juderoy29 Fiction writer (mostly).
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By the end of summer, when the work of waiting ends, I will sit in my outdoor swing and reap what we have sown, the bird and me

He will gorge on succulent sunflower seeds, and I will eat my ripe tomatoes, Nature's gifts celebrating our kinship

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