Alicia Durfee
Joined January 2018
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Bio
Veteran. Mother. Criminal Justice Student. Writing My Emotions.
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Under the Mulberry Tree
The sun shone in golden streaks through the dense branches. My lips, fingers, and feet were dyed a deep red. A little berry-stained hand grasped each of mine as we danced beneath the shade of the mulberry tree. Our bare feet stomping the ripe berries under them, we giggled.“Ashes, ashes, we all fall down” and we did, our bottoms hitting the grass under us.
By Alicia Durfee6 years ago in Families