Let me tell of a scented French apple orchard
set before a house of stone still warmed and
painted gold by setting sunBetter perhaps to tell of it in French? –
but then again right now the language of the
telling really does not matterFor already the picture’s painted clear in you
behind your eyes and in your heart and you
sense without a further wordthat you are here
SRM
Orchard dwelling
wind in my wheels 🌱 
I was transported….xx
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Bienvenue en France 😀 xx
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I can feel the heat of the stone and hear the sonorous buzz of the bumblebees….
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… HUGE bees here. And the honey is pure perfection! xx
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