it would be dedicated to the rays of sun and how they play off the hills the tingles of a tune vibrating through the melody of my hands playing a tune on the fence
or the parcels that came and went with the mail siblings of countless letters and postcards the memories of friends now grown and sharing their present
the cups of tea the cosy room the smiles and the laughs
twirling while someone plays guitar or just playing breathing in the beat of the drums sometimes life is just so beautiful it hurts
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