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It opens up its bright orange heart for just one day. Desperately, it beckons insects in before its life expires. Next to it, another bud grows fat, ready to resume the quest.
A red tablecloth transforms our everyday table, which is soon groaning with cakes of every size and flavour. Friends arrive to drink tea and eat the fruits of my labour. I think of all the people, near and far, who … Continue reading
Cut off from its body, it still blooms green. The veins that carried life to its heart continue to rise, full and ready. But in one corner the whiteness of death begins to crawl and curl, as nature’s recycling begins.