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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

cala lilies

Erik saw cala lilies but didn't know their name. Trying to describe them to me, he said they're white and showed me with his hand the cup-funnel shape, and I knew right away. They grew thick and wild by the side of our house in Tanglewood. When I was little. I would play in them every day.

I hate cala lilies, but my feelings are more complicated than that. I think I hate them but respect them also. So maybe I'll change my verdict to they don't sit well with me.

They're definitely not subtle. Maybe one day, we can be friends.

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