Tag: garden
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Sitting in My Garden
The sun is warm on my neck. The wind is still chilly, coming down from mountain tops still covered in snow. The smell of dry earth is like a parched well, longing for rain. It’s a strange combination. When the wind dies down, the sun stings the back of my neck. When the wind picks…
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The Death of Four Young Trees
Dear Reader, My father cut down four trees today. He had planted these trees, 10 to 11 years ago and three of the four were mature fruit-bearing trees. One was a pomegranate tree and it hadn’t grown too big because when my father was planting trees, he did not leave enough room for them and…
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Rudya Aditya 