Long unbelievable rain stains on the terracotta brushed over the brick wall outside the window here in Mona’s kitchen. Brownish elytra with tiny pocks. Blue butterflies. Old black road, American robin—it’s getting on genuine, lush, sooty spring duct tape tries to hold in place a moment, against the gravity we size up in every leaf, lento, as the scary van arrives.
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