Against all my better instincts ...
I'm going to inflict yesterday's rough draft upon anyone who happens to wander through here.
Slings and arrows encouraged.
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Be Fruit, Multiplied
The air was cooler in the vineyard.
Don't go too fast, she said. I'm blind, you know.
Blind has nothing to do with it, he said. You're porty, and so am I. Let's sit here for a bit.
And so they sat, and presently they slept.
The vines curled around them -- almost shyly, at first, then with the confident ease of well-kept cats.
And the grapes grew round and dark, and gave up their juice but not their secrets. In time, two lovers whispered sighs and vows, and drank deep.
The child's hair curls like vines. His eyes are sightless, but from time to time his red lips curl in just such a way, and he sings.
Slings and arrows encouraged.
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Be Fruit, Multiplied
The air was cooler in the vineyard.
Don't go too fast, she said. I'm blind, you know.
Blind has nothing to do with it, he said. You're porty, and so am I. Let's sit here for a bit.
And so they sat, and presently they slept.
The vines curled around them -- almost shyly, at first, then with the confident ease of well-kept cats.
And the grapes grew round and dark, and gave up their juice but not their secrets. In time, two lovers whispered sighs and vows, and drank deep.
The child's hair curls like vines. His eyes are sightless, but from time to time his red lips curl in just such a way, and he sings.