Today is one of those days the sleepy sun sparkles and drips like dreamy dew through palmetto palm fronds, and swirls softly on glittering pools of water as the songbirds sing sweetly in swaying shrubs of sangria, soaked bougainvillea.
Those are the days I sit with my tea and watch the embers in the scorched sky cool and let the babbling breeze carry my daydreams away..
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