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Nostalgia

She approached the garden, yellow bucket clutched firmly in her hands as she surveyed her opponent. The blackberry bush loomed in front of her, bouncing sunlight making the berries glow purple. Last night’s rain turned the dirt in her backyard to mud, which squelched under her slightly too big red boots with each purposeful step she took. It didn’t matter. After weeks and weeks of staring at that bush, her mom had finally pronounced the berries ready to be eaten and now she was going to eat a whole bucket full. The air sweetened as she reached the bush and, although it was tempting to get distracted by the smell, she was intent on her mission. With trembling fingers, she tugged the first fat berry off its stem, then a second, then a third, and continued until her small bucket was overflowing with fruit. Unable to fit any more, the little girl picked up the bucket with purple stained fingers and headed back to the porch.┬áThe next 27 minutes were spent luxuriously stuffing fistfuls of …