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BLUEBERRIES

     The idea that one day, I’ll be finished. Any day now - the perfect ripeness. Like the berries I, too, wish to be the perfect blue. Deep cerulean or sky. Midnight. And en route I morph - multicolor cocoon - before I make it to blue. ​

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     I am innumerable shades of beautiful, but too focused on the destination to appreciate the journey. Maybe you are, too?

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