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  • (1) One-day beacons, a countdown toward the fall. (We expect three dots here, signifying deep contemplation. But it just IS, and that is part of the beauty).

    (2) Searching the sun, or presenting themselves to the most myopic insects which will miss any flower smaller than a satellite dish? Here is a hint: the sun was actually behind them at the time the picture was taken.

    (3) In the end, the literal meaning of the word "deadline" catches up with the figurative. There will be no flower left past Thanksgiving, that's for sure. There'll be a memory of beacons, flaming red, and utterly clueless.
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