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honeysuckle hecate

the samsaric seasonal wheel creaks forward a notch earlier than usual

pale pink flowers on the coal-dark trees of montmartre

and dark laughing baby eyes discovering it all



white china sky
unreasonably warm February days
shameless rushes of vivid color, the flowers spread lasciviously over the trottoir of a florist
feet crisp on damp concrete

Lady Honeysuckle's guide to Paris

sunburst seine

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