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Harvested by the jolly farmer Harvested by the jolly farmer

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Nobody’s journey is seamless or smooth. We all stumble. We all have setbacks. It’s just life’s way of saying, ‘Time to change course.’ Oprah 00EE1019-7D76-4FC6-9BD7-FB97A91F500B

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Only one insect has feasted here — a clear stub of resin plugs the scar. And the hollow where the stem was severed shines with juice. The fur still silvered like a caul. Even in the next minute, the hairs will darken, turn more golden in my palm. Heavier, this flesh, than you would imagine, like the sudden weight of a newborn. Oh what a marriage of citron and blush! It could be a planet reflected through a hall of mirrors. Or what a swan becomes when a fairy shoots it from the sky at dawn. At the beginning of the world, when the first dense pith was ravished and the stars were not yet lustrous coins fallen from the pockets of night, who could have dreamed this would be curried from the chaos? Scent of morning and sugar, bruise and hunger. Silent, swollen, clefted life, remnant always remaking itself out of that first flaming ripeness. Ellen Bass IMG_5768

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