Just an open door, and at once I'm surrounded by the faint scent of white Calla lilies, slightly damp-- dew from the droplets formed from the drizzle last eve. As crudely as their position allows, half a dozen stand stoutly to the left of the door beside the garden bushes. They were not without imperfections... but I see them, and by the by I
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