Uh huh, routinely here fallen petals stay as vibrant as the day they were drawn intact from the Hobby Lobby sack.
As many are aware, one of my passions over several decades was coaxing living color out of actual, created plants. You know, the kind you plant in soil. Dirty fingernails and all. My eyes would then look for random symmetry (there is such a thing) in specimens that just wanted a bit of nudging, to be truly beautiful. Snip, pause, snip.
The curious thing, even following the previous KNICK screed's somewhat acerbic sentences, is this:
All in all, I love this place.
Which affection comes in part from its complete lack of IKEA furnishing, of course; but more than that is the authentic, heartfelt optimism being conveyed. This isn't just somebody's eccentric schtick being cobbled together along a Desenzano thoroughfare—it's a charming individual's personal artifact meant to coax the visitor into a fresh world, where sentiment may be enjoyed, where nostalgia may be savored.
It's a rare genuineness of heart, here—which when when you have found, you must treasure lest you lose it.
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