“Beside the Little Tray of Strawberries”

Beside the Little Tray of Strawberries

The bath is ready, the lavender soap block rinsed into the water, and on the ledge, I’d placed a little tray of fresh strawberries also water rinsed, two slices of cucumber pairs to place upon my very tired closed eyes—My host and wiser editor reminds me of the beauty of the newspaper; you publish something and there it is in print that’s it, but my eyes are open again because the cucumber slices were cut too thick or were shaped wrong to rest upon them…Let’s try this again—the bath is still warm; I think I have (almost) all day.


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