That same insomnia hits every spring, and now I find myself looking forward to it. A stolen hour or two in the middle of the night, just to listen to the birds.
Love all the flowers blooming, as well.
That same insomnia hits every spring, and now I find myself looking forward to it. A stolen hour or two in the middle of the night, just to listen to the birds.
Love all the flowers blooming, as well.
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