Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flowers ~ but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
[Tennyson: Flowers in the Crannied wall]
Photo: L. Walker, taken today.
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