June 21, 2021

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For years I often dreamt about curling up in a bed of soft cranberry blossoms and falling asleep to the tranquil buzzing of honeybees going from flower to flower and the sound of the gentle winds whooshing through the big pines along the shoreline. Some like-minded doe with an instinctual feeling about the nurturing safety of this place, dropped her new fawn exactly here, hidden in my sacred dreamscape, where no predator would ever think of looking.