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Downtown, the need to rush stopped and so did I when I caught sight of a water garden made from a half whiskey barrel. I looked at the reflection, and then down below the surface. I thought of the parks, a bit of the city made beautiful by bringing nature into the scheme of human design. Then I thought of my park, the city's only natural forest, and the raspberries. I'd only been away a few days, and while I was gone, bushes sprang up everywhere, festooned with ripe berries. I ate a few, but couldn't pass those beauties by, so I started picking. Soon both hands were spilling over with them. I wondered how I was going to get my keys out of my pocket when I got back to the apartment. A large burdock leaf made a perfect improvised packet for my trove. I love how New York can dish out the most wonderful surprises. View the art
spark of 07-15-05 |
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