My chemical garden became a necessity, I wanted to keep them in the world, some remnant of their beauty and the particular movement of their veins from center to petal and back. The seeds are no longer good, extinct, the actual flower, there are only a few in the live museum. They are guarded heavily and they won't let you touch them. They are afraid that these could be the last of them, no hope for a resurrection. I want to remember them in their beauty, their imperfect perfection.
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