2018: Rooftop Garden
On the rooftop of the building adjacent to where I am house-sitting, there is a small garden. It’s summer, 2018. For the past two weeks, each morning, I peer out the window, admiring as an old man tends to the leaves of short and tall plants I cannot name. His face always looks peaceful, appreciative, loving, as he touches each leaf,…
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