For about fifteen years, I loved the art of writing. Now I am into pictures and painting.
So to find some literary inspiration, I went back to the garden today to try to find words for what I was seeing and experiencing. Mostly I was hot. Sweat was dripping down my face, and I was dragging when I got back to my car. It is a beautiful, natural place though. A real gem not too far from downtown.
Over the next few days, I hope I can write about three hundred words to tell its story.
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