The smell of Greek Sage

The smell of Greek sage

Sun kissed and dried in a labour of love

Hand picked with presence and care

The taste of Greek mountain tea

A delicate blend of gentle lovemaking

with the oh so sweet touch of chamomile

The island sun rising

welcoming us into their strong embrace

warm, steady, safe

Greece, Skiathós

I remember now, a part of my heart is interwoven into the stories of your land

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