Blueberry Dream (a loop of anxiety)

Blueberries grew in my hands. Cobalt appendages. Or was it the grapes that suspend from vines. Harvesting all except one, the largest I left alone. The single berry seemed too valuable to eat. It was a moment of opportunity.   This blueberry- grape seemed to breathe. Deep in my gut I felt a raw connection,... Continue Reading →

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