When we drove to Nanticoke to pick up tomatoes or clothes from the barn or, in this case, for a Harvest Party with the Tuzzins at Wendy's house, we'd go out walking and gather things to bring home.
Milkweed.
Cattails
And moss-covered rocks that
She lugged that thing without complaint all the way home, cradling it and whispering, "I love you, wock."
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