“What is happiness, anyway? Does anybody know?”1
The mulberries are ripening, hot sun, salt laden wind, an abundance. I have a friend who loves sour fruit. I promise to bring her a punnet of not-quite-ripe mulberries. I imagine her delight.
“It’s taken me 80 years to figure out that it’s not a tranquil, sunlit realm at t…
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