Strawberries

June 26, 2010

Polly is leaving for graduate school at the end of the summer. Transition. Everyone’s favorite. I have come to love this girl. I don’t want her to leave but I also do want her to leave. Because her reasons for going are so right. She has only a few remaining months to be in Oregon, at this time, with these women. For her actual birthday we dropped everything at the last second and picked strawberries on a farm by the river.

Oh Polly, remember that weird summer? The one that never got hot? You were so beautiful. That was the beginning of everything that came after.

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