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and broken the beautiful statues and temples that 
those happy men made. 
“ They call us Anemones, because we unfold our 
garments to the wind. I see the breeze playing 
with your hair and with the roses in your cheeks, 
and I know you love it too. It makes the blood 
bound through your veins, as it makes the living sap 
flow through mine. 
“ I wear these pink and white garments, because 
they are the favorite colors of the Sun. He keeps 
our anthers warm, which contain that precious dust 
of which you have heard flowers speak. 
“ Some of my cousins have umbelled flower 
stalks, so that they are never alone, even if their 
roots are far separated from others. They are very 
happy families, for they live and die together. Per¬ 
haps you do not know what I mean by umbelled 
flower stalks. They are exactly like the sticks of 
