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The center bleeds down damp and up it dries. But we enclose the bulb with petals and the stem becomes as red as purple. But its colors reach beyond and become the air about it. The air about it is an orchid.
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
Flower of Life II
The center bleeds down damp and up it dries. But we enclose the bulb with petals and the stem becomes as red as purple. But its colors reach beyond and become the air about it. The air about it is an orchid.
colin-carpenter
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
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