Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Quiet garden

The sun shines and the air is gentle. I sit in a beautiful garden. From an Orange tree several large green oranges hang from a branch that bends like it is about to snap under the weight of the unripe fruit. I can’t smell the oranges, but something else drifts through the air. Something light and sweet. Perhaps it is the tiny, bright flowers that are planted behind the swimming pool. Everything is quiet.

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