Fresh peonies, sir? For the lady in your life?Bouquet of crimson and gold tulipsfor you table, ma'am?She walks the market every morning,flower basket in hand . Cotton sweater wards off cool breeze.Delicately notched white linen collar,embroidered in tiny stitches,frames her stoic sable face.Modest madras head scarfreveals pomegranate-red earringshanging below her earlobes. She approaches early shoppers,queries […]
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