Napping babies.
Street trees on a long, sunny walk.
A cool breeze.
Silliness.
Baby birds.
Dried Sweet Potato.
Golden Gate Park.
I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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