21 blueberries, picked from the plant just outside the south window of the living room. The plant was a housewarming gift from my late friend Larissa, and with every bit of tiny sweetness that the blueberry returns to me, I remember her...
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
as long as memory lasts...
21 blueberries, picked from the plant just outside the south window of the living room. The plant was a housewarming gift from my late friend Larissa, and with every bit of tiny sweetness that the blueberry returns to me, I remember her...
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That's a lovely way to remember a friend. And blueberries can be bittersweet - so much like the experience of love.
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