Instead of picking my garden for weeds, I have plucked the insatiable ones, the littlest-flowering ones, the ones winking blue; I've dropped them into a mason jar and I let them cross-pollinate and I planted them, and I spun around, idiotically enchanted as I scooped the falling rain into plastic bags.
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Ella Bogdanova
Drop by drop I mourn the sea.
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