Dreaming of daffodil moments and a million skies.
We looked up, out and around.
The area near the cabin was lush and yet wide-open-space-peaceful.
The woodstove had started to heat and the crisp outdoor air was mashed with warmth in the early morning, shy sun.
This is the sketch map for one hell of a way to dwell and breathe life into life itself.
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