I love

 a new washed world. It rained this weekend and now the trees look fresh scrubbed. The trees that line the street ... the autumn ones ... look like Jesus walked by and lovingly ran a caressing hand down one side, and left the them blushing. This morning as the sun hits the leaves they sparkle. Now the sky is blue and the air is crisp. I love it when the air is cold, but the sun shines on your face.

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  1. I love that when I logged on to check to see if there were any new posts on your site there were LOTS!!! And you made me cry...

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