Sap from heart-wood drips-
Honey, no one would call It.
Can you Smell the sun?
Painting by George Inness (1825-1894), 'The Mill Stream, Montclair, New Jersey' c. 1888 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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Sunday, August 6, 2023
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