09 May 2008

Garden Memory




Like le Noir, if I closed my eyes I could sense the sounds, if I drowned out les voix de gens. When I opened my eyes, everything was more accute. There were colors in flowers I had never seen before. There was so much bequty up close that I could only see from studying it, sitting and looking.

I wish I had more memories of gardens. Once I visit gardens and don't remember more than the overarching details. I wonder why that is.

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