
caragana bush, around the corner from where I live
In the summer heat, tinder-dry pods snap in time to the beat of the sun. Staccato rhythm. Snap. snap snap.... snap.
With sweat decorating my forehead, I peer between the clumps of leaves, swaying in a whisper of a breeze.
If I was very small, I could pass between the branches and walk forever in the cool, green, shady depths of the caragana bush.
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