the one
The One
You know that moment in summer, the very first one? It is the day the strawberries ripen and the sun glows and the earth is deeply, deeply warm and the soil feels like the truth, the root of everything.
You pick the first berry and it is such a deep red you want to sigh and the way your fingers hold the fruit like your mother and her mother and hers makes you want to laugh and throw yourself into the wind.
This is the moment, the one just before you taste the first berry, this one.
This is how I feel today.
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