Alice in Wonderland
Once upon a time, when my name was Alice, I used to hang with a group of young women. We'd go out to the country where one of them lived on a farm with her cows:
It was a mellow experience; we drank tea:
And there was time to just be:
A time to sit and stare without purpose in the eternal now.
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Anonymous said...
looks like your grandma's barn
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