Dear reader,
Press a flower.
Between your palms. Or betwixt your palm & another’s palm. Or between the pages of a book, a novel, an encyclopedia.
Press a flower somewhere & forget about it. Open your palms up, your pages up, months or years later & find the flower perfectly sprawled there like a frozen thing that will not melt.
It is the end o’ May. There …
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