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Wild Strawberries
I remember the first time I found, tasted, wild strawberries.
I was not looking for them, but there they were.
A treasure, a gift, as I walked through a sunny, early summer meadow.
Warm, sweet, a delicious time with a simple pleasure.
They could as easily have been overlooked…but were not.
The moment fills my senses fifty years on.
Copyright ©
Keith Warren
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