She wasn't there that morning, but still, I
pulled over and stopped, to go stroll in Lenore Heaven, or more aptly perhaps,
Lenore Haven.
And haven it was, believe me, what with the thick fog rolling
through, wetting your skin and filling your lungs; and the colors come alive
from all the moisture in the air, and the hordes of small birds alight in
amongst the thick growth of plants, feeding and conversing and wakening.
So
many colors, rioting in the new day, such beauty to savor, as she would say.
Right right here on earth.
my haven is heaven knowing you stopped by to share in it
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