July 7th 2016

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picking
····raspberries—the girl’s lips redder and
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The raspberries are just a little after their prime, but the blueberries are thick and fall into the bucket. I was startled by a white moth in the raspberry patch; first to my hand, then fluttering to my shoulder like a flake of snow. The sun couldn’t melt it away.
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275 August 7th 2016 | bottlecap
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