A little blue bird flits from a branch slipping behind an indent in the tree. In a deserted place, the bird and I are its only companions; no other trees stand beside it. Baby violet primroses don the roots on a blanket of grass; my eyes follow the mossy base, trailing the veins of ivy …
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Geek Girl Eats Cake 