just tasted one of the best strawberries of the season.
listening to summer's night sounds through open windows.
layers of insects sounds singing away, and before long will become
faint whispers as autumn approaches. I am thinking of my father's
love for a bowl of great strawberries. he grew up in rural Kentucky
so maybe fresh fine tasting strawberries reminded him of home.
the ones that I 'm enjoying now,
remind me of him. - p e a c e
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