:://in the garden of my mind the jacaranda trees are blooming. 

at once, it is as if their cool and fiery violet betrays their purpose, revealing all the more magnificently the sky which they were meant to conceal.  perhaps that is to merely say the bared bones, once uncerimoniously shrouded by roughened skin, no longer reflect and deflect so much of the world’s searching gaze. the flowers hide amidst the upper canopy of leaves as if they were magical dust. ocassionally, the sun’s glinting beam catches them just as the west wind is gently rustling the boughs, and the perfection of the moment reveals the pinch of life’s breath captured therein.


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