She stared at the collection. They were all pink bursting through the varying shades of green. She wondered at their simplicity in shape, contour and detail. They were expressionless,docile and harmless. There was no sign of emotion, ambition or passion. They just existed
How could she determine the arrangement of things so beautifully sculpted and passively present in a world where they caused no harm?
She stepped back and contemplated the collection. The pictures of pink sweetpeas, primroses, peonies and dahlias brought an unanswerable question to her mind. Could man's essence ever become like that of her pink collection?
How could she determine the arrangement of things so beautifully sculpted and passively present in a world where they caused no harm?
She stepped back and contemplated the collection. The pictures of pink sweetpeas, primroses, peonies and dahlias brought an unanswerable question to her mind. Could man's essence ever become like that of her pink collection?
