It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that yo
It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and all the while it thickens, grows deeper and wilder, edged with pine boughs and wet boulders, pawprints of bobcat and bear, until deep in the forest you shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark, best of all Meliae, the sweetest aroma, The nymphs of the ash tree Who brings Heaven’s gift, the honey from the skies you float into and swallow the dripping combs, bits of the tree, crushed bees – - – a taste composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found. -- source link
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