in_this_room fyn gula there should have been flowers growing in this room, instead thirty wishful artists were setting up their portfolios for review. and yet the beauty was the same as nonna's geraniums in midsummer. the creative energy was a fragrance stronger than the peonies of robin hill. she asked him to go with her and he took the push pins from a bulletin board to hang up her work, unaware there was a whole box if you needed any. that's how nervous she was. that's how much he hoped she would get accepted. out of the corner of his eye, he saw others admiring her work and something bloomed inside of him. 010220 what's it to you? who go blather from