A reminder to the willful, to be the quest you seek

It wasn’t a treasure hunt we were on, you said after reading my account.

It seems the apparent quarry was incidental, a trick of my imagination – and of my poor memory for dialogue.

What were we looking for then? I asked.

Whatever happened to be there, you said.

And anyway, what we found, those flowers – I already knew they were there.

But. Now I’m no longer positive about my identification. I just don’t know whether they fall within the acceptable bounds of variation for the species.

So, no hunt!

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