Beauty
These tulips are beauty-full. They brim with it. A hand passes over them like the hand Of someone signaling that They aren’t having wine. No more beauty is possible. Unless it rains. Then they will fill with the beauty of that.
These tulips are beauty-full. They brim with it. A hand passes over them like the hand Of someone signaling that They aren’t having wine. No more beauty is possible. Unless it rains. Then they will fill with the beauty of that.
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