Last weekend we happened into a farmers' market and The Dormouse found a heart-shaped tomato.
Today, as I sit in meetings, listen in to conference calls, and try to crunch numbers that were due weeks ago, when those feelings from twelve years ago wash over me in unwanted spurts and before someone says something that jerks me back to reality, I will think of this photo.
Today, as I sit in meetings, listen in to conference calls, and try to crunch numbers that were due weeks ago, when those feelings from twelve years ago wash over me in unwanted spurts and before someone says something that jerks me back to reality, I will think of this photo.
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