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July 24, 2010 / R

16 July, honeysuckle and high wind

Where I grew up, there was a fence covered in honeysuckle near the busy road without sidewalks we weren’t supposed to go near. I have memories that might have been too-literal dreams of picking the blossoms, pulling the stamen out through the end, and licking the sweet drop of water that clung to it.

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