The smaller joys in life – a prose poem

Sometimes we forget about the little things: walking barefoot in dewy grass, sitting in that last patch of afternoon sunshine. Silly things, like the taste of cinnamon on a bun straight from the oven, or the warmth of sticky little fingers grabbing on to yours. Wonderful things, like skinny-dipping in the early dawn, or standing in the […]

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