sugar plum
Wildflowers in the French countryside, beside a river. And a river flowing toward the ocean, and the ocean around an island, and on that island, a dark red dirt that feeds the roots of trees that grow up flush with sun and fruit, and in one tree, a child who leans out to pluck from a leafy branch one fat gold plum, who bites in, closes his eyes, lets the juice run down his chin, who tastes yesterday, today, and tomorrow in that single mouthful, who witnesses one more secret of the intricate world undone, unhidden, laid beautiful and bare.
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Indigo Estoria over 6 years ago
Thanks, Robin. :-)
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Christopher over 6 years ago
That's really beautiful, Indigo. I'm so glad you bowed to "peer pressure" and posted something. I hope it will be the first of many. (Sorry it took so long to read it. My life has gotten very hectic lately.)
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Indigo Estoria over 6 years ago
thank you. i thought i cleared the room. ha
sorry to hear it. i thought you got out and went on vacation. -
Christopher over 6 years ago
No, another two and a half weeks before that happens, I'm afraid. I'm still working myself into an early grave. :(
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Jamie Clapperton over 6 years ago
Have enjoyed repeated readings of this Indigo. :-)
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
This is really lovely, Indigo, particularly as I was enjoying that French countryside only yesterday. It is beautifully written and constructed and is so re-readable. Love it.
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Indigo Estoria over 6 years ago
Thank you all so, so much! I appreciate the pat on the back. :-)
I love the countryside and find any excuse to head that way. French or not. Lol
