I walked beside morning glories today, dazed, tired, thinking.

When was the last time I noticed morning glories?

The flowers flashed through the brightening morning, vibrant, showing themselves off, insisting, demanding, that they not remind me of sweet potatoes.

But I learned, years ago, that the wild sweet potato vine blooms, white, in the hours after sunrise.

Can I be blamed for remembering?

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