Good Marning me Neighbours

Its the eve of the weekend, time to leave the workweek behind. Go where butterflies settle on flowers, where the wind unleash an explosion of scents that tickles you nose and make you tingle with peace. Where you can sit in a garden with colours that changes like a kaleidoscope as the sun slowly moves across the sky.  Where you can sit in a tree that hangs over the ocean, feel the spray hit your hot skin as the restless sea crashes off the rocks below. Ahhh yes, it is the eve of the weekend and anticipation hugs you like grandma on your birthday.

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