THE GIFT On our last day together, a girlfriend gifted me a rosebush. She set it onto a corner of sunlight, on top of my dirtied red Persian rug, and knelt down to it. Leaning in, she whispered something in its ear; it seemed to flutter its leaves back to her, as if winking a thousand eyes. Her words were magic, and I would be under their spell for more than a month after this.
The Rosebush
The Rosebush
The Rosebush
THE GIFT On our last day together, a girlfriend gifted me a rosebush. She set it onto a corner of sunlight, on top of my dirtied red Persian rug, and knelt down to it. Leaning in, she whispered something in its ear; it seemed to flutter its leaves back to her, as if winking a thousand eyes. Her words were magic, and I would be under their spell for more than a month after this.