Delicate patches
along the creek, they flourish—
mother’s favorite.
Delicate patches
along the creek, they flourish—
mother’s favorite.
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Ohh John, the last line caught me. Lovely x
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Me, too — it just jumped on the page. Fairly rare around here, my mother loved their color and tried to describe them to me when I was a boy. Now that I’ve found where they live, I know my father must have taken her there, sweet memories along the creek.
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Can certainly see why it was her favorite. Lovely thought to think of him taking her there. Beautiful.
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Yes, this is this time of year…
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