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MY SUMMER DAY DREAM
Down by the lotus pond under the ancient apple tree. Watching dragon flies from my bed of delicate, fragrant white roses. Just a hint of earthy mushroom perfume stirring the buzzing air in the berry patch. Branches bowed with the ripest, the sweetest fruit. Eating creamy, sun warmed plums, marzipan apricots and juicy peaches. This is the rose gold of the Summer Sun.
