February 2012
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Walking home he felt an itch in his collar and it was the tiny head of a rose caught inside. It was tight like a little umbrella, with no smell because it was still shut. He split it open with his nails and felt the hundreds of pink, silky layers, like a little body not born. - The Wizard, C.S. Godshalk
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