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A Hundred Gourds 2:1 December 2012
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Marian Olson - USA



A Fine Romance


Dawn opens aubergine. As my date and I walk to the balloon, the roaring burner fires hot air into its bright orange and blue canopy. We shake hands with our captain. He holds the balloon’s ropes while we climb into the small basket secured beneath. After he instructs us where to stand, we’re off, slowly rising above the valley floor. With a purview of gods, we sway over the desert where tapers of orange poppies tint the earth, along with blue lupines, owl clover, and sheets of tiny yellow flowers.

To celebrate our successful flight, the captain wants us to join him in a champagne toast. First my date excuses himself and runs to the car, returning with a box of chocolate-dipped strawberries “Whoa,” the captain says, and grins. “You got the whole enchilada with this flight, honey.”

blossoms as far as the eye can see—her world




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