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Garden scents: Impatients, Marigolds- the tincture of September- the multi-colors of the Rose; wild blooms; the Tulip, rooted as deep as Fertility; the Lilacs, the Lily.. the aromas of a Summer Dusk.. with moth wings, the tints of a brightening cloudy Dawn, that circle the man-made light of the soft dandelion-gold house lamplight of the 'Morn. The stirring of the senses, a flooding, sugar-sweet, that cloaks her dove colors; leaks, to drain the obese blanche sweaty skin, so her sea will rise, roar.

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Date: 4/5/2021 12:51:00 PM
- Congratulations :)
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Date: 4/1/2021 4:15:00 PM
such gorgeous imagery i especially love the description of the dandelion. Many congrats on your win Jennifer:-) hugs Jan xx
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