Everything is in flux: a perennial state of becoming. Has the rush of life made me so impatient that I am missing the intermediate stages? I watch every new bulbous curve. I watch the softness of flesh bursting with life. I watch the elegant sweep of form. I am your witness. Take your time, dear flower. Unfurl yourself in your own sweet time. I am in no rush. Beauty lies in the unfolding. Live in color,
Abby
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