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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Amaryllis was previously published in Underwood The scaly brown mass rests just over the water, its roots submerged like the tentacles of a jellyfish afloat in a shapely tank of ruby glass. I observe it closely, hoping for a hint, some secret of transformation, but Hippeastrum does not yield. Then, suddenly, one day, there is&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Creamy stripes grace straps of green, scarlet veins on crinkled leaves, ruby berries in tiny green bottles, leaves of mottled black and purple— pots of robin’s egg blue and mint green, a single stalk of bamboo in a glazed cinnabar porcelain kimono, little prayer flags hanging in the window— the sight of pines and woodpeckers,&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The Bees And I was previously published in Tiny Seed Literary Journal The bees around my head give me space to cut spent blooms away Away from time and thought I take their rhythm for my own, relax into the buzz they sing They sing of work as sweet, and timed to ancient clocks; I&#8230;</p>
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		<title>The Garden of Katrina</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I stood in my friend&#8217;s garden, much of it destroyed by wind—trees on pond, gazebo in pieces, fence down, roses with life crushed out of them. I searched for &#8216;Peace,&#8217; the rose that signified the fall of the Berlin Wall, but it was gone with the fall of the levee. There are huge bare patches,&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/diane-elayne-dees-the-garden-of-katrina/">The Garden of Katrina</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>The Last Daylily</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The Last Daylily was originally published by Amethyst Review The last daylily of the season bloomed alone, a reminder of both the beauty and fragility of every living thing. Its orpiment petals shone through the curtains, as if locked in an elegant dance with the golden glow of the floor lamp, which—bending toward the window—&#8230;</p>
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