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patina of leaves
tenderly brushed to the ground
incense rides the breeze 🦊❤️
We visited Yulan’s parent’s resting place in Trenton recently. It was a sultry Saturday morning and the memorial garden had only one or two visitors. She brought a dish of cut fruit and nuts as an offering. There was incense that mostly rose upward with an occasional gentle breeze that carried it this way and that. We ate the fruit and nuts in the car on the way home as we talked about her old neighborhood and visited her childhood home. It was a wonderful visit. 🦊❤️