a little taste of Appalachia in late spring
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| sleepy baby |
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and she found herself a comfy spot![]() |
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| wild blueberries |

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| up we go... |
| the furry moss catches our eyes |
| and so do those rolling hills... |
| and we go, and we go... |
| Look! the Sun is kissing the clouds... |
| I walk |