From a Facebook page I used to know...... 2010
A WORD PAINTS A THOUSAND PICTURES
Oh, what a beautiful day! The sky is a rich, cornflower blue, the sun is hot, and the breeze cool. The air is sparkling, crystal clear. The River leaped up, laughing, when he saw me hit the trail, and raced me to the last deck. He won, Old Man though he was, and as I leaned on the rail, gazing at him, he giggled, his eyes twinkling like a thousand diamonds. He wanted me to think he was laughing at me, but I knew better. Father Wind was tickling him.........
MWK
A WORD PAINTS A THOUSAND PICTURES
Oh, what a beautiful day! The sky is a rich, cornflower blue, the sun is hot, and the breeze cool. The air is sparkling, crystal clear. The River leaped up, laughing, when he saw me hit the trail, and raced me to the last deck. He won, Old Man though he was, and as I leaned on the rail, gazing at him, he giggled, his eyes twinkling like a thousand diamonds. He wanted me to think he was laughing at me, but I knew better. Father Wind was tickling him.........
MWK
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