Try to see it my way...

By daydreamnation

Unworldly Passion on Comet street

It's a cliche to notice that scrambling flowers drench the broken parts of town with their beauty, even if it's the fractal alien beauty of the passion flower; but sometimes cliche exist for good reason.
Comet st an eddy of street, a handy shortcut to the high street, quiet for locals but not the main drag, but here over a wooden fence attended by worker bees are these precise discs, anthers and stamen ready to drop, fringed and ruffled in blues and purples all laid out as if by a compass and dividers. Luckily I forgot the onions so had to go passed them twice.

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