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December 31, 2011 § 2 Comments
In the closet courtyard,
White bubble berries glow
In the cold winter light.
A New Year’s Fantasy!
At the house a couple of doors down from us, the front yard is filled with those bushes with white berries. I don’t know what they are, but I remember they used to grow in the woods behind our house when I was a little kid. They always seemed magical to me.
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