tree let go of it, and then she climbed down and once again sat down on the rim of the fountain.
she laid out her hand with the pearl rested in her smooth palm and at first the young man looked at her and then at the pearl and then at the other pearls in the tree who hung much closer to ground and then at the pearl in her hand once again. the young woman told him in calm and warm words that this pearl from the top had hung much closer to the sun’s glow and was as warm as the sun and as lively as a beating, alive 