Voluptuous Southern Summer
Look at that. I was out at my father and mother’s place late this afternoon, in the heat and heavy wet air, picking figs. I saw this one on an inside branch, it’s side pierced by a mockingbird. The nectar dripping out wasn’t running like water. It hung there in the air, viscous and sweet […]
Look at that. I was out at my father and mother’s place late this afternoon, in the heat and heavy wet air, picking figs. I saw this one on an inside branch, it’s side pierced by a mockingbird. The nectar dripping out wasn’t running like water. It hung there in the air, viscous and sweet and intensely fragrant. This is summer in the Deep South.
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