the air is as fresh
as the juice of an apple
orchard in season
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_Depression is pressure unmanaged! Your significance is not In your similarity to another, but in your point of difference from another. Learn to like yourself, learn to love yourself; you have everything within you to be a success and have good success._
_This is your life and no one else can live it for you. Find joy each day in the little things and you will find beauty in everything._
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Thank you for your lovely comment and for reading. I love the last line, and it resonates with this poem. I see what you mean, and here’s to finding all that joy in life. Take care.
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OMG! Ash, I love this!! It sets such a perfect mood! Crisp air, crisp apples… So well done as usual – now I want some apple cider! 😁 And love the look of the site – the cover photo is beautiful!! 😍… 💕…
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Lol, thanks. It’s that first deep breath.
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