Remember
Summer’s succulence overwhelms me. I catch a whiff of apples smoldering on the trees in our sunny backyard—utterly unpruned, given over to nature years ago, before we came—and I feel almost pain, it’s such a beautiful smell, almost bittersweet. Even more bittersweet is the scent of their fallen bodies rotting on the ground amid the … Continue reading Remember
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