She imagined she could wait for color to craze the petals, going from white to red.
She imagined, but couldn’t wait for a color craze, petals of sweat dripped as she colored from red to white, fazing from waiting to doing- unimagined.
She fondled the petals, glazing her eyes from color to color, imagining
the garden- unable to wait again.
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