Book

Along the page, the vine wrapped the scene in questions. Which flowers had what petals? The words hid behind the green; none could be certain the book spoke about botany. The forget-me-nots scribbled by the author were not forgotten but also never able to be remembered. A clip of the plant angered its roots which attacked.

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  1. Pam on

    Noah, this is wonderful– some of your best writing.


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