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Oh to be here.
Another hour of weed pulling. Fun it is, but not as much fun in a pastel pink linen skirt and camisole set as uprooting dandelions in denim shorts and an old t-shirt. Not like back home with all that red clay that turns everything and everyone from little girls to puppy dogs nearly as orange as the sign over an Orange Julius stand. Pale colors in accordance with Pantone, and whoever the buyer is at the boutique by the beach. Nothing darkish brown enough to hide the smallest streak of mud.
my new short fiction piece published over on my Substack if you’d like to read the rest. The image is from Digital Library of Georgia.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/1992-and-an-afternoon-in-spring-with


















Oh to be here.
Eagle Lake. Having to clean before the cleaning lady arrives tedious. The children leaving everything in their toy box out in an eternal Noah’s Ark display, like the holiday windows at the big jeweler in Portland, but in plastic and painted wood instead of gold and platinum with diamonded-up hooves. A need to make up for it somewhere, so the lady doesn’t quit like the last three did, announcing that there were tidier families to clean for, even if you have to bring your own broom.
my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest. The image is from Facebook.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/1949-and-a-mid-morning-in-march-with



















