66 Square Feet
New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
The yellow lily
If I really, really scratched through my emails I could perhaps find this lily. Except that I think the order was faxed to The Lily Garden. I have no idea what it is. In diameter, as large as my hand, outstretched, and scentless.
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