Prospero, can’t you grow daisies like everybody else?
The short answer, predictably, is no. It’s not that the beauty of a wildflower doesn’t terrify me; it’s just that the mind of a collector, to whose fraternity I belong, is generally predisposed to seek the unusual and, dare I say, the grotesque–like a huckster at a carnival seeks to surround himself with nothing but the tallest and shortest of the splendid (though sometimes maligned) homo sapiens genus: in short, he dines in a wind ruffled tent with wise giants and wily dwarfs.
Amorphophallus paeoniifolius
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ah, the dwarfs, indeed, i remember them! 🙂
after i recover from this celestial sight (we are in the magician’s world, where what i above is below and what is below is above), i will perhaps be able to reply to your marvelously woven words as well…
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What’s not to love about something with the name “Amorphophallus”?
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She loves you, I’m sure of it.
While your words dance, the top of that flower seems to hover…
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wow, that’s very exotic. And so much better than the traditional!
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