There are purple flowers outside my bedroom window.
Morning glories. They hang on vines with a carefree elegance all along the wall that divides my backyard and the street. They just showed up there a few days after we moved in this spring. We donāt water them or nurture them in any way beyond admiring them and talking about how much we love them. In the morning theyāre violet, but when the sun hits them in the late afternoon, theyāre a deepā¦
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