Tuesday, September 27, 2011


Dawn broke as the sun gilded the treetops against amethyst horizon, with opals sprinkled throughout fading to rose quartz, as the amber sun lifted the sky up to aquamarine sky. Merriwhether sighed as he  nibbled on the corner of warm wheat toast, and felt the slow softening inside of contentment. It was a warm, oozing, happiness, like melted butter on a plate left on the counter to catch the stray sunbeams.

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