After nine days away, driving a thousand miles north and back again, morning filters through curtains I stitched this spring. Bees and flower sprigs and beehives in yellow and black and dark gray hues gentle my mind awake, backlit by the sun.
It is Tuesday, a watering day for odd-numbered addresses. I carry potted plants outside, their green grown wan in…
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