Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Ariette

     Maybe it's no surprise that the shining leaves speak to us. Someday, a child will name them. Adalia: noble, princess. Once, a girl imagined that a tree outside loved her, almost like a mother would.

    The white blossoms give themselves quietly, and I won't say they're unimportant to reality. A sweetness you can only apprehend for an instant as you pass by.

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