After rain, water beads on rough leaves — mesquite and clover — but not on smoother leaves, like live oak and holly. The beads look like spheres, not drops.
Early in the morning, the light shines in them.
I’m a fan of letter writers. I think Roy Bedichek’s letters are among the minor wonders of literature. And I hope, before long, to at least...
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