when it gets too grey

look at this. it smells of the sunshine, and honey, and home. or at least the meadow and forest, and bees (invisibly present in the flowers). and the bird songs in the nights without darkness, and the lake right behind me. and sleeping in tent, and swimming, and all that is not grey.

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