Sunday, April 25, 2021

A tongue of pollen

Which way the wind blows today, from which direction the rains arrive, it is assuring that the delicate will survive. The delicate will be carried forth for next year. And the next. This thought is comfort made tangible. Comfort in plain sight.
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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 29, 2021 at 8:58 AM

    it's all scattered, she remarked as they took in a picnic from the rain.

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