It’s a memory now…
the soft breeze of african grasses floating through high sun-lit branches…
The sky blue above, and the little warthogs munching below
the sights & sounds of a troop of cheeky monkeys swinging in a distant red tree…
sigh.
thea.
xx
for the visionaries
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