The
beast cradles the jasmine vine in the garden and its salty-dirty stench
of its hide, as well as the warmth of its fur, only serve to enhance
the character of this not so innocent blossom. Smelling Sarrasins I'm
momentarily reminded of horse saddles, India ink (no doubt aided in my
allusion to it by the deep purple of the mysterious liquid...
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