"They were of the earth, earthy, and were not easily impressed."

With this we see our own limits of expression. What sweeps away our grounding, points out to us where we are moored? Comfortable in a skin of nature, of art, of literature, of technology. What brings us to this 'impressed'? The lightness of 'impressed' sings in the heart of this little boy.

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Lunch time walkabout, Honey Bees working the plum blossoms, I left my smile there for you to find.