Rain-beaten flowers and Rough Drafts
From the morning’s pages, unedited: The driveway is littered with blossoms knocked out of the canopy by the rain. The trees make a different sound in the rain, not rattling their limbs and leaves, but shirring, whispering like wet silk skirts. I knock on the door and hear her call … Continue reading →
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