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<a href="/tags/dailyhandwriting/" rel="tag">#DailyHandwriting</a> 9, What would you take for lunch in the park?I snuck in the following more obscure words:- Epicure: one with sensitive and discriminating tastes. - Halcyon: Idyllic time. - Harbinger: something that foreshadows a future event.<a href="/tags/handwriting/" rel="tag">#handwriting</a> <a href="/tags/writingcommunity/" rel="tag">#writingcommunity</a>

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My penchant for indulging in nature's bounty, straight from the stem, rivals that of an epicure. Thus, I cherish the halcyon days of late summer, when I can stroll through the verdant park, collecting jewel-toned strawberries and wild brambles. Such acts instil a profound sense of belonging; a tangible thread of connection to Mother Nature herself. It serves as a poignant reminder that the artificially conceived separation between humanity and the wild is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Synthetic packaging of food adds a veneer of abstraction to these inherent connections. Thus, deep in the marrow of my existence, I stand, not as a distant observer, but as an integral part of this mystical orchestra, akin to the birds chirping their melodies and squirrels busily hoarding their provisions.

Therefore, in this present moment, I'd become a Johnny Appleseed of sorts, feasting on succulent apples whilst sowing their seeds, a harbinger of future orchards. Meanwhile, I'd blissfully partake in the delicate crunch of sunflower seeds, all the while scattering their counterparts in a serendipitous dance of simultaneous consumption and creation.

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<a href="/tags/dailyhandwriting/" rel="tag">#dailyhandwriting</a> 4 How do you feel about spring?Petrichor's callCycle turns with vernal flux, in zephyr's tune, the sparrows tryst, Beneath the sky of equinox, life's woken kiss, in dewy mist.Petrichor's call, soft and fragrant, from dormant clay to verdant gest, from solstice cold, stark and vacant, to Ostara's warmth on Gaia's breast.Perennial dance in vibrant glee, the reaffirm of life's decree, Nature's lesson, simply free, to seize and savour existence, be.<a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/handwriting/" rel="tag">#handwriting</a>

Notebook with lined paper and purple ink. Text the same as the post. The writing is cursive.

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