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| Surprising bulbs which poke their way up through the wreckage of winters argumentative prose...slightly defiant, dressed for a party which could be cancelled at any moment, albeit briefly, as it was yesterday during a hail spasm which rattled the very powder on their stamens... |
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| Disturbed by lunar ruminations, wandering in the garden of the lost and the found... these white faced blossoms bathed in moonlight. |
Lifting the lily bulbs...a tender procedure.
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