Pink, dainty, water-colored flowers, splashed against a white background, propped deliberately on brown, twisty vines that swirl around each other in an open embrace,
A dance that both connects and disconnects at the same time.
The small buds top a procession up the thin, brown surface, where more mature blooms sit, open and bright.
They reach, curved toward a sun-filled sky. Both the vines and blooms create a beauty that withstands time and brings me joy each moment I see them.
—Ivory Smith
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