Stretching and reclining as far out as my limbs will take me.
Head back, looking up, pondering the clouds, letting the gentle
Breeze caress my skin until the goose bumps rise.
Soaking up the warmth from the sun like a sponge.
Abandoning as much abstract thinking as I can.
Totally immersing myself in the earth, and letting
Only her pull my biological strings of arousal.
A brief respite before the garden restoration resumes.
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