Sanctuary

I worked in the garden.  The sun warmed my bones.

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I laid on the hammock, under the pepper tree.

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“while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steel into the inner sanctuary”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sorrows of Young Werther

 


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