Changing light on the kite-shaped garden.
The dahlias in the squash.
The funny doe with the silly fawns that are literally milking her dry.
The dahlias from the growers market, picked out with our parents, that look like fireworks in a vase.
Texts and phone calls from Sirena.
The dried apples the neighbor shared for watering her garden...
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