33. Olive Township
Chapter 33
Olive Township
Whispers of the townspeople weaving through my palo verde trees, slipping around my agave.
My happiness spills through in the sunshine, the white olive tree blossoms, the most brilliant purple flowers on the jacaranda. The hot pink and yellow blooms on the cacti are me, smiling. I send the sweet scent of citrus flowers through the air.
Long have I waited for him to find a safe place for his broken heart.
And he has.
I've put on a show for her. Displayed my brightest colors, brought forth a pageantry.
Her smile tells me she likes it. Her eyes tell me he's healing her broken heart, too.
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