A drop of dew falls against my skin,
I feel the moisture of the morrow.
A chill in the air...
Breath seen as if connected to nature.
I feel the crispness of the morning all around.
So much life, invigorating, joy.
The sun smiles on the land,
bringing forth its warm kiss.
Gathering the chill in its embrace.
The dew dries up and the glow of morning covers all.
Just a few of my lovely felted purses
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