Iris

He had a great love for this flower and peering into it was his favorite pastime; sometimes he saw the delicate upright yellow members as a golden fence in a king’s garden, sometimes as a double row of beautiful dream trees untouched by any breeze, and between them, bright and interlaced with living veins as delicate as glass, ran the mysterious path to the interior.

-“Iris,” Strange News from Another Star, Hermann Hesse

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