1. After blushing and confetti, the breeze-blown bridesmaids, the shadowed snapshots
    Of the trees in bloom
    Come the gruelling knuckles, and the cracked housemaid’s hands,
    The workworn morning plainness of apples.

    - Ted Hughes

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