quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2009

she was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the goldof the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all, came to her. She saw a dustnearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.


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