I've met a cool green and a cool wind, and I wonder if there's ever a time when picnics are as intense as they are today. I don't like going out and having a little chat around the house. I'm not here because I want to, but because I've been taken home by an intent, and I feel like I'll be stuck in the house. So, picnics, more and more. I'm glad it's been quiet lately, but the weather doesn't help, but I leave the picnic with my book. And this book is a big picnic destination and a very close

I think it's been a while since I wanted to leave. But it's not a special place to travel, because it'll be a very, very, really, really difficult to travel far, but it'd be a little bit of a walk around the neighborhood. And I was interested in this book. Not a fancy or big place, but a picnic. And when I heard that it was a place where I could meet the wind, I wondered what kind of places I might be. I met people who had been in the water and had been opening up the same picnic mats, and it

#Picnic #Picklax #Syncer green and cool wind # it was a great day. The sky is blue and beautiful over the clouds. And the fine dust. And in this sunny day, I really want to go to the picnic. I don't know if it's gonna be any better since we had a good fall to go out and get some hot or cold. I want to go to the picnic! Far. I want to fly off on Lee, but I'm going to the nearest park because it's not going to happen right now. I have to go on weekends, not today. I look at the book and I see

Picture, where I love: It's still sunny by midday, meeting the fresh green and cool winds. On a day without dust, I want to sit down and read for about an hour or so, with a row of hot coffee bottles in it, and a few quiet places, and sit down in the mat, looking for a place to live. If you can't do it, then you want more than that. Or because of living in a housecoup for so long, the mind goes out much more than it does while reading Picticuse. The Fistelton picnic paintings in the book are