Welcome to the campground where no one looks up…

I STEP OUT OF THE TENT,

A COOL MORNING BREEZE CHILS ME TO THE BONE.

I’M BLESSED TO OWN A SWEATSHIRT . . .

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THE WATER CALLS TO MY PAINT BRUSH AND CANVAS

BUT IT’S EARLY, I CAN PAINT LATER.

NO ONE ELSE IS UP YET . . .

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I SIT BY THE FIRE

MMMUUUUUCCCHHHH WARMER

TEA WOULD BE NICE . . .

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I WALK DOWN THE PATH, SURROUNDED BY BLUEBERRIES

THE HIGHER THE BUSH, THE MORE THE BLUEBERRIES

BECAUSE NO ONE EVER LOOKS UP . . .