The Tea Berry by Giselle Hazell
The Tea Berry I kneel in this cathedral of life. Knees damp, ground spongy, fingers numb, and nose pressed almost to the autumn earth. Searching reverentially for tea berries. A deep contemplation of the improbability of moss, the brightness of bryophytes ,the scales of the small fern. An accompanying choir of meadowlarks, their voices like […]
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