The tree was a blot on the horizon or the stretch between heaven and earth.
The vagabundo walked down the track and watched the tree grow.
BONE BY CLAUDIA NOGUEIRA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 34
The house was surrounded by an orchard that was filled with jabuticaba and star-fruit trees. The fruits were rubbery, so they fell to the ground bouncing about reliving the experience of falling and confusing the dogs who would sniff the …