Lying on a queen size moss green, suede covered futon pad in the shade of a sycamore tree. The dappled sunlight is pleasantly warm here by the side of a winding stream. There is a harmony as the sounds of rippling water and wind blowing through the leaves blend. A lover strokes me as I smell wildflowers and lay one hand on the grass.
I am adding these notes in haphazard order as they come to me. I have been using self-hypnosis to remember what I had written in my lost journals.
I am adding these notes in haphazard order as they come to me. I have been using self-hypnosis to remember what I had written in my lost journals.
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