The Orangey Leave

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It was unadulterated autumn morning weather. The wind softly blustering the whimsical sound, orangey leaves dripping through the muscled stem, flowing calmly. The whole exercise routine could have made the 6:00 o’clock news but the warmhearted story didn’t hit the producer’s table on time for the evening show. It blistered through, piercing the falling dirty wind everywhere, marveling at the clear blue sky. It was a gorgeous day for sure and back to school day but no one noticed, they were coming back from their precious vacation and that’s just how the story ended. 

Flowers And Bees

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It was Wednesday morning, kids at school, neighbors at work, serenity felt in the air. We calmly began to arrive at Beverly’s gorgeous home, one by one, cramming our vehicles in as much as we could, with some parking on the street.

Tacked at the tip of a cold-de-sac, its warmth was inviting. Sitting at top of a designed landscape, depicting a magnificent architecture, the house boasts an impeccable graceful cozy design for any eye candy. It is showered by a colossal of tamed felt manicured greenery, colorful perfumed flowers with bees hovering around and coming to rest. A retreat for the soul.