The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows
The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows
And all of us with our closed eyes smelled the frangipani blossoms in the big rectangles of open wall, flowers so sweet they conjure up sin or heaven, depending on which way you are headed.
Nobody had planted these flowers, I felt sure, nor harvested them either; these were works that the Lord had gone ahead and finished on His own. He must have lacked faith in mankind's follow-through capabilities, on the day he created flowers.
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