Our daffodils blossomed today: yellow flowers searching for summer.
Standing in our front yard, posing as a person stretching before a run, I watched them from the corner of my eye.
I reached for my toes, held my breath, and turned myself to stone. And that’s when I saw the flowers turn (slow and mechanical). You could hear the gears engaging. There was n…
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