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The #Zinnias -cut-and-come-again-
are dry as #Mother's #Hair. They crush
beneath my hand. The #Lilies, though,

are further gone than that, sunk down
into their #Bulbs, as #Mother has
gone underground. Each #Spring they burst

into their almost human flesh -
#White #Blooms like all they've ever made.
But not the #Same.

- Andrew #Hudgins, #November #Garden: An #Elegy

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