Together they grew and petitioned the sun for equal favor. No fervor among the well-organized; they all made time enough. They all were the fire.
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Taken: 11/06/2011 in the San Francisco Botanical Garden. A torch lily croons to the various passers by and sometimes take in an unsuspecting stranger. The turbulent orange and green is a dalliance of the organized rows. Order yearns to let its hair down.
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