The end of Decreation.

A not so subtle reminder of how much i miss Borders.

Don Quixote tilting at clouded windmills.

Expected petalled foliage.
Half in.
Half out.

I'll take my time with this.
Let the individual words congeal in my brainpan* for a spell before moving on.

*Brainpan's a far older word than i would have expected.
It was first used in the 14th century.
Excellent words always prevail.