Happy to be welcomed by hundreds, thousands crème-colored wild flowers along the path-way. How pure, how fair, how fresh as a glorious morning. I name her “Morning Glory” of Indonesia,
They grow almost anywhere. To see them growing at, on a wall, in a crevice, beside a stone, on the side walk, decorating gratings. I’m sitting with my picnic and they are all around me.
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