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You come with me into my gardenwhere I show youdelicate, conventional rosesbut not the insides of the snowdropswith their green nimbus,nor the thick, looping tree rootslike coiled serpents on the old mapsof terra incognita. Notthe secret folds of the peoniespreparing to open. You're in a hurry.