June 6, 2015 {157/365} Hepatica
"The truth depends on a walk around a lake,
A composing as the body tires, a stop
To see hepatica, a stop to watch
A definition growing certain and a wait
Within that certainty, a rest
In the swags of pine-trees bordering the lake.
Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence"
~ Wallace Stevens, Notes Towards a Spreme Fiction
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