1811. Warm sun.
1812. Curtains blowing in the breeze.
1813. Heat off.
1814. Birds chirping.
1815. Kitties in the window.
1816. The sound of snow melting.
1817. Relaxed afternoon dreaming of gardens full of flowers, and fruits, and veggies, and the sweet smell of everything growing. (Sigh)
1818. Smell of grace.
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