Monday, September 19, 2011

Oakland: Colorado County


{Words From a Freeze-Dried Strawberry}



I began my life in the Strawberry Field.  I called plenty of fellows, with green tops, “Friend!”One day my soiled life was pulled out, frozen up, and processed into the Breakfast of Conquerors.  Now I wait to be consumed, by children who will dump me in a plastic bowl of milk, and slurp me down.(23:365)    


Trying something new! Posts will use one word from the previous post to begin their story.  It will create a bridge between two stories.

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