Little worlds outside the world. That’s what we have made.

Here in whispers, and laughs, and secrets under cool white sheets.

Here under a tree, whose branches are weighted by fragrant white flowers, and her roots rise out of the ground around us like a living hug.

Here around the table where giggles and red balls bounce high as quick hands try to pick up jacks before either can land.

Here under the moonlight, where it’s safe to let the teardrops fall.

And here in the morning, with cheek kisses, and humming silly songs to bring in the day.

These little worlds outside the world – this is where we garden, so we always have flowers with us when we must go out into all the others.

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