My face slants toward the afternoon sun, as if I were a plant kept too long in a dark corner. Pine needles on the ground give off the smell of the sun’s warmth. Two hawks circle above the evergreens, in the open sky. I’m greedy for sunlight. Today I could survive on light alone.
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this is beautiful — and i love this: “a plant kept too long in a dark corner.”
your stones are luminous!!
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Very lovely writing. It’s a picture painted from the soul.
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I need my sunshine. Been peeking out the door, hacking and coughing, antsy to go for a walk or a run. It’s cold again, but the sun is always welcome.
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