The drive up to afton wyoming held a lot of space for thoughts and green fields. There is something refreshing about the landscape, rolling over to reveal new patterns of crops in the quilt that keeps the earth warm. The sky outside trickles gray into the green and the floors are wonderful cold wood. Each step of the children between stories is a story of creeks and cracks, pittering pats and laughs. The trees outside peer in enviously dripping.
In all the complex beauty that surrounds me I suddenly realize
that
one white daisy stem
means more than one thousand roses
when it's from you.
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