April 8th – And as I predicted, within twenty four hours that same cherry was absolutely perfect. The clumps of flowers were huge, and stunning against a spring azure sky.
This blossom will be short lived and soon fall like snow, but oh my heart sings for that one sunny morning when I could just stand beneath and drift off, into white.
Things might be OK, after all.
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