Cheeks concurs. Let the consumption of fresh air commence as Honey leads the way!
Ava sees high-up things....
...low-down things...
...and swingy beany things in between.
We traipse our way across sunny paths....
...and shady lanes....
...pausing to admire the majesty of those who still abide beside those long-established byways.
At the cross that stands to bear witness to where its tracks used to traverse..
...the flowers remember, yet remain mum.
And as the merciful clouds shield our sky-hued eyes and the hairs of our coppery heads from the overexuberance of the sun...
...and friends implore us to stop, and to stay awhile....
....we heed the beckoning of hearth and home...
...where familiar faces are the loveliest scenery of all.
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