Feelings blossom like the plants outside. Tomato, oregano, dill, wild bluebells, sunflowers, daylilies, and coriander are all run amok in my garden, blooming wildly different colors, shapes and scents. No two plants seem to attract the same kinds of bees, and the whole of it glistens and hums like a Liberace tune.
My feelings mimic my garden. Some spiky, some tall, some small and delicate, others lush and full as the figure of Het Pelskin.
Cobalt Dreams
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