The sea of flowers

The prairie is at its best right around Independence Day. Flowers, berries, bugs. The trail through the woods is peaceful, the trail across the prairie is numinous.

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Sparks can reach mulberry branches that I can’t. I feel like having him pick mulberries for me is one of the most romantic things in the world.

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Oh my, I don’t mind if I do.

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