There it was, right there hidden off to the side of the path, an edge peeking out from under the skirt of an old over grown oleander bush, it’s fragrance overpowering, filling the air with the sound of a multitude of bees, aroused into a languid humm in the soupy humidity of a dimming light of a June dusk.
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what been found this time is Deibenkorn Sketchbooks stacked away on a dusty digital shelf.
Zygote Blum 