My former husband (I am trying to drop that X thing--he isn't dead, after all, just gone) had a relative who spent time in an institution. The letters he sent home were all about the Green. "It is because of the green.....If it weren't for the green.....I am so lonesome for the green. I do miss the green."
Yesterday out running errands on both sides of the river, I was thinking the green. The green in my eyeballs. The green in my heart and gut. The green of the hedges, the fir shrubs, the spring grass, the euphorbias. Even the ginko leaves are small to begin with--and that green. The vibrant green. The green. The Green.
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