Yesterday afternoon, the sun shone briefly through the living-room window (our street is narrow and the buildings are tall) and I took this picture of the cyclamen on the windowsill. This morning, the flower, and the plant were dead. It is a different experience from being together as two living things, yet something of this lovely flower continues to exist when I look at the picture, and it reminds me of the moment yesterday and how I felt.
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