A hidden path, overrun with sunlight. Long-dry fountains and stacked stones, cracked from disuse. Contemplating a white rose bush. It's vines strangling the branches of a nearby tree. Pockets of pristine petals, ascending through the trellis canopy, and disappearing into heaven. Meeting a cat feigning illness within a clutch of flowering shrubs. Fluffy and friendly and mismatched and matted. Doing better than most of the rest of the world. I bid her goodbye, and she politely escorts me to the end of the garden. Cheers, sister.
12:38 a.m. - 2020-04-23
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