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Wounded Sprite
I took a turn in the garden this morning, the dog by my side. The air was crisp and cold, sunshine warmed my back, the Med was placid under the immense sky filled to eternity in saturated blue. We...
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Eucalyptus Sprite
It was still raining and cold when I came out of the grocery store. An overwhelming desire to see the Med again drove me to the other side of the hill instead of driving home. I parked by the stairs to...
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Sprite and Symbiosis
I went down the neglected steps to the calanque as far as I could go. Three hundred and twenty one steep and sometimes precarious stairs stopped short of the beach as the narrow walkway to the sand had...
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A Sprite and Sine qua non
The full moon is laughing, painting the sky in graduated shades of denim blue while I listen to the bubble of silence in which I am caught. A sprite appears from behind a pale petunia. “The cedar you...
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