Our clocks unwind the seconds, days, months of friendship years when heels hallmarked slender pavements, sundae cherry lips. Now, slate hair is burnished to silver. Twilight: mirror blue sky arcs the horizon, a filigree of cream marshmallows to catch the sun. We left our cottage-nest, teapot, teal cushions, soft featherings for middle-aged bones. Wildflowers nod… Continue reading Strawberries and Cream
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