The Elderly GardenerThe Elderly GardenerThe Elderly Gardener
The old maid in the garden shuffles about. Her shears flick here and there. She finds a flower she’d like to keep, and Cuts it free, without a care.
“A lovely Cleobis flower,” she whispers. Red sap stains her robes, once white. Another snip, and Biton joins his brother. She sees another blossom, rare and bright: “This Patroclus looks vibrant. It should come as well.” She takes her treasures to a pedestal.
A bell jar is lifted and replaced, The fresh flowers laid beneath. Now, frosted glass seals out
Sweet! Good to see ya, man! Thanks for adding me to your watchlist!
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Your worth is measured not by how much you are loved, but by how much you love.
I just remembered you had an account on here, so I thought it would be nice to bug you with a watch.
Having someone post on my page makes me self-conscious that I've never uploaded any art. I'll need to see about doing that... eventually...
By the way, are you ever coming back to DF?
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"myth is more potent than history - ... - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death"
--Robert Fulghum
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I've been away from DF for too long. I'm actually working on the whole diaboli details for the Faerie project at dotradical. I'll be seeing you around!
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Your worth is measured not by how much you are loved, but by how much you love.
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