Babaodo

By Babaodo

There Will Be Trees

And mad birds.

There will be chocolate for tea and real butter every Wednesday. Chiming clocks in every home. Warm tea in summer and hot beer for the winter months. There shall be rain only when it is asked for. The old will tell their stories as often as they like and the young will listen and then the old will appreciate their challenge. There will be singing. There will not be bitten fingernails or stubbed toes. There will be artisan love and, finally, there will be peace in the valley.



And much, much more.



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