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One small drop of dew, dangling off the softened edge of a rose petal

At twilight, we walk through fields of moonlight and stars; our light clothes, brilliant

Bare arms, shivering - we'll remember for later - this cool morning air

Bird sounds from the trees: winged musicians on a branch take a chance on song

for Algot

A smoldering heat settles down on the valley; cloud cover blanket

Each lotus flower — beautifully resilient — always finds its way

Early evening rain, and we're leaning our heads back to sip from the sky

Butterflies flutter along the meadow flowers: a chaotic arc

A stone of black ink, rubbed smooth by ocean currents: the beach as artist

Cold night explosion: the watermelon busts loose, making us a mess