Unsaidquarters – Any Color You Like

Unsaidquarters August 26m 2014 panorama

When I turned back there was no Samantha on the trail with me. Only a fruit tree bearing woodbine out of season. The sun had risen up. All rain [was] gone, as was all hail to see. I stood looking at the lone invasive tree. I touched fruit skin. I dared to pick it.

–Brian Kubarycz, Over The Mountain, Unsaid 6


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