Blooms froth the valley, snows frost the peaks, clouds fluff the sky, blue and white day
Sunday Punctuation
Her knitting needles click.
Yarn whispers when pulled.
His fingers tap the keys.
Coffee machine dribbles.
Washing machine rocks in rhythm.
Upstairs feet percuss.
Birds chirp in the pine trees.
Children chatter beneath the window.
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