A few days ago we crossed over into spring. Where I was the magnolia trees had lost their minds. Flouncy, lacy, light pinks, deep sensual fuchsias, and those white ones in their architectural dresses. They arrived. Brazen, fabulous. I’ve been thinking of them everyday.
re-enchantment as practice
A few days ago we crossed over into spring. Where I was the magnolia trees had lost their minds. Flouncy, lacy, light pinks, deep sensual fuchsias, and those white ones in their architectural dresses. They arrived. Brazen, fabulous. I’ve been thinking of them everyday.
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