the road was long and rocky, but mushrooms grew from my hand, and I have not forgotten you, for the shoots are sprouting now, and they bloom like flowers, and the spores will spread like the spirit that you have become, wherever I go, because the flower that you are is a fruiting body
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"Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires." --Shakespeare, Macbeth
Giardino dell’Iris, Florence, Italy
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Manor Garden, Snowshill, England by Warwick Hunt
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