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33 Carnations Neither the pathos of the wild iris, whimsy of winter pansy, nor the poppy’s seductive fragility. They make no claims of love or apology. Their colors are festive fakes— pink, yellow, even orange. The stems thick as ankles, petals like ragged paper flags. The smell, too, one more bland obsession. But cut early and kept in clear water, carnations may last a long time, eternity, nearly. ...

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