January 29, 2017 4:19 PM
Life is hard in the desert. Water is rare, and growth is slow. So every plant has thorns to protect their precious flesh.
I stood before a tall Saguaro cactus and wondered, “Has anyone ever touched you?”
Carefully, I slid my fingers between her rows of spines. I caressed her skin. Gently. Then I pulled away my me-thing and expanded and imbued her with my essence—my love—and in my mind I felt her quiver in gratitude.
You’ll live a hundred years longer than I will. Will you remember me? Will you remember this touch?
It’s silly and new-agey, I know. But it felt good.
It still does.
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