If, the girl whispers, I do not go into the fire I will not be able to live with my soul. -Adrienne Rich, "Leaflets"
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Strawberries
I have never tasted a strawberry as sweet as the one I grew myself. My strawberries are out and ripe for the picking. Yum! Now if only I could get rid of the weeds in my garden behind the garage.
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