as with gratitude the pieces hold up and blossoms braid lights around dawn
Roses named "Midnight Blue" tipping toward the noon-time sky. Revelations of pink! And I just passed the 25th canto of Paradiso in my slow reading of The Divine Comedy. I don't miss Inferno anymore. Also reading Breton's Conversations: The Autobiography of Surrealism. Finally getting the backstory on art as I know it.