When God Walks in His Garden
...dusk proper. This is the time God walks in His garden and views His flowers.
But her petals! No more beauteous in their virgin blush than when they curl inward and begin to build a hip,
No more wondrous in their most flagrant, perfect, sensual beauty than when they curl outward again in their proud imperfections, their purpose manifest
Her words, my translation...
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