loving the fuchsia tree
I had heard of this orange and pink tree,
but doubted such a beauty could exist
Thought my friends had exaggerated.
Oh, no they had not.
It is more gloriously beautiful than they said.
I take twenty-six photos, but none are half as wonderful as the tree herself.
I call my husband and tell him to bring two sleeping bags.
We are going to sleep under this tree tonight.
He brings one bag.
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