a platter of cherry tomatoes in a white bowl waiting for community. Reminds me.... Reminds me of a moon waiting for us to adore. Reminds me of an innocent blank page of a journal awaiting the word-journey. All set in motion by intention. And association. Aren't cherry tomatoes instances of petite lusciousness?
12 lines for 2 sisters in June
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