. . . rose and rose and rose

“. . . And does she ever get a vacation?  Oh no, as soon as She finishes up here the southern tour has already begun.  She can’t be bothered to clock in  daily at some obscure little backwater like this for your small-minded temperature reading or to satisfy some set quota of solar hours.  And you have to remember, She’s an artist, a poet, a prima ballerina.  The diva of all divas.  It’s not about numbers.  It’s about the whole experience.  The idea is that you sit back and let Her work Her magic and take you by surprise.”

“I’d like to be surprised. . . . ”


[story: “a fiction: Summer“]

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