Green leafed branches and marshmallow lilies waltz side by side.
They glide over a dance floor of golden water created by the sun's essence.
Orange juice marinated flowers wearing moss sheaths formulate a conga line along the shore.
The mountains inhale the atmosphere and breathe out misty clouds that drape a resting town.
Miniature sand dunes made by footprints.
Prints that haunt the Alpine trails in search of their long lost soles.
Sweet, hickory dressed smoke perfumes a cozy little cottage.
Sheets materialized by flannel.
The forest.
Woven with simplistic, pleasurable, yet dangerous beauty.
Photo Cred: K.L. Howard
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