On the window sill the mushroom slowly dries.
You remember the mushroom?
A day at the beach.
I forgot to take a picture. No worry. I'll go back.
Soon.
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A second day at the beach.
I forgot to take a picture.
Oh, well. A place where earth floats to touch the heavens. You know. It happens. How can you capture that? No worry. I'll go back.
Soon.
You remember the mushroom?
A day at the beach.
I forgot to take a picture. No worry. I'll go back.
Soon.
______
A second day at the beach.
I forgot to take a picture.
Oh, well. A place where earth floats to touch the heavens. You know. It happens. How can you capture that? No worry. I'll go back.
Soon.
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krista:
I've always been a "too much of a good thing is wonderful" kind of gal.
jjay:
i remember the mushroom. it now reminds me of the old trophy wives of rodeo who have spent far too much time trying to get a tan. The walking jerky.