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                            I, you, he, she, we.
                            In the garden of mystic lovers
                            these are not true distinctions.  -- Rumi


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I totally had other plans for the photo today BUT today was a day full of sunshine and therefore, we had to be outside. We spent most of the day outside therefore, no time to do any sort of work inside. So, there you have it - a dried hydrangea, or I might say, a hydrangea in a phase of perfection. Yet, I am well aware that every phase of the hydrangea is one of perfection therefore there is no other distinction in the phases of hydrangea but perfection.

Truth.




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