| day 25 |

"Once I spoke the language of the flowers, once I understood each word the caterpillar said, once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, and shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, and joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, once I spoke the language of the flowers...How did it go? How did it go?"