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The sweat of the vegetable grower, the bounty of the organic garden, the tomatoes in the window flanking the orchid brought by a friend to share with me in my moments of grief, the memories of travel to Turkey every time I see the nomad’s rug, the fragrance of citronella in the bowls allowing me to sit on the deck without being bitten. The rope to climb the tree.

The morning mist on the window, the blooming flowers of spring, the mechanical butterfly from a plant delivered by a friend on Tariq’s funeral, the flash of white from the summer blooms with the cart and the rake reminding me of the sweat of the vegetable grower……………the fountain of memories……….thankful to have the memory to remember them and to see them as blessings.

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