Among specific requests for Christmas, I asked for
Something pretty. This is open to interpretation.
And my aesthetic is personal and pronounced.
I opened a small piece of art
Made in Uruguay, with a quote handwritten
That translates, roughly,
Because after everything I have understood
That what the tree has visibly in bloom
Thrives of what is buried beneath.
I finally understand
That I see a tree’s flowers
Because of what is buried, unseen.
And I sat and cried
Because this is so resonant with me.
My aesthetic is known.
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