The weathered pear, four generations old
My window-meditation, lives in peace.
Rough boughs, pale clouds of fragile blossom hold
Where slim bees hover. Tender leaves increase, 190 more words
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I was raised in Texas. When I say I am from Texas there are a lot of responses I can get. Most are the, oh I am so sorry type, there are a few hostile remarks about always thinking we are better than anyone else (honestly, I have no idea where that comes from) and then the question about was I born with a gun. 748 more words