While the livin may not be easy exactly it is a brilliant swirl of sun and dirt and river and beautiful young blue eyes soaking up this technicolor dreamy world. Here Sunday morn, picnic packed, swimsuits on, ready for another waterfall, another farmer's market. It's sweet and tangy and I'm already enjoying the aftertaste before I've even bitten down. The days go by while I plan the weekends and the weeks fly by with only a few pictures to serve as incomplete memory. All we have before we tuck in is the light scent of wet towel, lingering dirt in curly blonde hair, the stickiness of breastmilk coating our clothes, our sheets, our bodies.
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