Then I touched your hand, or tried to when you pricked your finger in the rose bushes, and I reached out... but you pulled away. It didn't matter because I hugged you anyway and felt you up beneath your blouse, down by the sea as the little boats floated in the waves.
Along the Seawall
4 years ago in #fiction by litguru (72)
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That picture is great, to see a tree covered with flowers while there is another one without leaves, the mysteries of nature
It is captivating to see this much growth in the middle of winter. They are actually red berries not flowers. You can see them better if you zoom in. Thanks for dropping by.
Red berries, fascinating!