I went to work early, and the sky was lit up like it is before the sun makes it over the horizon, and crows wheeled in the cold soft blue of it, and I remembered the summer I was up every day at that time, but it was warm and pink instead of cold and blue, and the plant with the tall wavy stems and long slender almond-shaped leaves, which is now a ragged clump of sticks cut to the quick for the winter, and was covered in blush-pink flowers, and the flowers were full of golden bees.
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June 2019
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