The story of how the blossoms reach the sky will certainly be a megillah even without excerpts regarding a boy being bamboozled into buying bouncy beans.

Neither can be seen petals peddling toward the stars nor stalk’s dashpot pulling back on the pursuit—as reach stretches during blinks.

Then, there was the evening’s dream which suggested it was actually the sky inching closer to the stationary station, a retcon which reduced slow and steady to “The End” already.

Now, as lids arise, so do earthly florals hoping to meet their celestial kin—even if light years remain unimaginable and details of drive’s design are found only in unwritten chapters. ; )

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