The morning drizzle finally stopped. We walked under the Jacaranda tree in the midst of the quietness of stuvac. With the ground layered with purple flowers, and the smoothness of the morning breeze, it's hard to not feel pensive, reflective.
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oh... so the purple leaves tree is called jacaranda tree! there's lotsa here too... and i've been wanting to find out it's name. thanks for educating me!
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