When a thing of beauty becomes commonplace,
it losesthat gave it status.
This Night Blooming Cereus burst open last Midnight, and closed with sunrise, unnoticed on the deck. By day's end, she'll shrivel away to nothing.
There are four other blooms readying for their one-night display, and in all that embarrassment of visual and olfactory delight, she came and went alone.
I'll take better note the next few nights.
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