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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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My Dad had a peach orchard right next to our home in Bountiful. I remember eating them right off the tree, the sweet syrupy juice running down my chin. I remember laying on the floor looking at the peaches my Mom had just bottled, sunbeams bouncing off the bottles turning them into a shining glorious color that has no name. At least not one I can think of. I love peaches.
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