June 2012
gathering days...twenty seven
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“What’re you doin’?” he asked, leaning his hands on the edge of the whiskey barrel.
“Just watering my flowers,” I told him.
“Why?”
“Because they need it, just like you need breakfast, lunch and dinner. So they’ll grow.”
He kicked his toe against the side of the barrel and asked, “Grow what?”
I sighed and looked...
