Taste: deep blackberry dungeon
Sound: shrieking—like a hawk came down upon her; utter frustration, panting, crying; steady breathing, soft, hard, content, sighing breaths
Smell: lilac
Sight: lilacs through the window early morning; orange sweet potato; cherry blossoms-petals, stamens
Touch: petals; their weight, less than 30 pounds
Extra: a dream of bathing in a deep bathtub of wild picked herbs and flowers—marigold color, chrysanthemum, a purple with an old woman to absorb her wisdom in a dark cave (but not wild picked?)
A jolt of joy: ear wagging, dancing
Grateful for: Sunday mornings
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