The wisteria is blooming. It smells like melancholy (like Littmus Lozenges from the excellent book, Because of Winn Dixie). It awakens the wild in me every year (I even did a guerrilla art exhibit titled Stirring the Wild in partnership with it a few years ago). There is no telling what I may choose to do next.
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