Monday, July 27, 2009
The garden grows. The flowers fruit. They greens grow tall, reaching into the heat of the air, stretching, striving.
The puppy grows, fuller and rounder. Yet her face is overcome with new angles and deep, brown eyed glances.
The children grow. Apartments are rented, winter clothes are being packed. She grew tall, she reached her hands high into the heat of the air, stretching, striving. Her face grew round and sweet, but is now filled with new angles.
All quietly grows.
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