Beneath the network of bare branches on the plum tree, sprigs of mint leap into life with lime-green shoots. I crush one leaf and inhale its sharp sweetness.
This is my 13th small stone. Scroll down to find out more about the January River of Stones or Google "Writing Our Way Home."
PS Friday the 13th is lucky for me; hope it's lucky for you too.
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It's lucky for me too. I loved dreaming of mint today; it will be months before I really have any. It's sleeping now here. Rosalie
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