So I carry on to seek, witness, and sometimes interpret to the best of my inherently and forever flawed ability.
Hello medium. How’ve you been lately?
Hana Leshner

The flaws are often what adds to the beauty of an observation, the tragedy or comedy of the unreliable narrator, the “what-ifs” of the vagaries of interpretation…flaws are beauty even more than those perfect pictures with not a hair out of place. I think you know this, since you added the pesky Japanese beetle and the beginnings of senescence to the flower tableaux. Nice!

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