a sweet encounter

a sweet encounter

i bought a bouquet of wax flowers in the grocery story today after watching two women buy the same bouquets ahead of me. they looked at each other, appraised each other for a minute, then one said, “we go to the same church don’t we?” by the time they had jabbered through the checkout aisle, and begun comparing recipes on the way out the automatic sliding door, i had decided that wax flowers were a symbol of something. and i wanted a handful¬†of it.

waxflower (chamelaucium)

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