The ViewSuzanne Frischkorn
A green pine cone, one of hundreds you’ll pick up in late winter. Yes, it’s June, but winter is coming, some things you can bet on. Others you take for granted— asphodels push through wet earth, songbirds sing, and your children perennials of your own making; for the rest of your life the view of their backs as they push away from you.
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