I keep a vase of sage on my desk, in hope that the ancient herb will somehow install wisdom, clarity and creativity into my brain.
It's not really a vase, it's just an old glass; I couldn't find a vase to fit.
And, well, I've only placed the sage there because it's the only thing growing in my slowly-dying garden.
I don't have flowers any more. I haven't had for a long while.
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by AugustaBaker30
on June 29, 2011