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hyacinthine

approaching daybreak, and once again
the snow that was falling has turned to rain
and my hyacinth heart bursts from flower to flame,
petals as blood, it is always the same.

 

 

 

i’ve been reading about cladonia cristatella, and white-striped parasol scilla. in less than a month, i am going to be 28. i’ll either take myself to paris on a train, or else i’ll drive to see hopefully thousands of snowdrops, again, there’s a special walk you can do around the gardens of a grand old house near to where my father’s studio used to be, they’ve dozens and dozens of different breeds. things that don’t help me fall asleep: the silmarillion, valerian tea, worrying.

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  1. the sleepless nights, I hope you overcome, but the poetry is improving! nearly time for you to write your own idyll with accompanying lyre, I believe.

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