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White Hyacinth
Snow Forsythia
My Daughter’s Questions
At four years, when she asked, “Why do birds sing?” I realized how old I’d become. I mean, really, when was the last time I conceived a question so fundamental?
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Red and Pumpkins
Green and Red Juncture
Abstract Reflections
Ornamental Peppers
