i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
That Day
We sheltered from the thunderstorm in a narrow gorge. Your body shielding me from the wind and lashing rains. My arm around your naked waist, your head arched back onto my shoulder, I noticed the tiny purple flower growing in a few grains of sand.
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