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0:36
Blossom was a mountaineer. Didn’t look down. Weighed anchor in hairline fissures and stress fractures.

2
0:50
Say no more, I’m yours
0:53
Love me till I fall

3
0:57
1:01
Think of Blossom as solar panels. When the weather turned and the seasons unravelled Blossom was a weathervane.

4
1:12
Say no more,
1:14

5
1:17
I’m yours
1:21
Love me till I fall

6
1:24
Rootless and homeless, Blossom rode and drifted on thermal currents as the climate shifted.
1:34
Blossom the ballet dancer was reborn in the hard-core techno and thrash metal of the thunderstorm.

7
1:48
In spite of everything that you do wrong You still get me
2:01
I painted every grey sky in this town I’m all you see

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2:12
Blossom was a pavement artist. Painted the trees in concrete estates and sad precincts.
2:20
Painted the streets.

9
2:23
Blossom was a fruit farmer. Lived on the land.
2:27
Raised and nurtured saplings with an invisible hand.

10
2:34
As a sculptor, Blossom trained and wrangled reluctant limbs in the studio of the walled garden.
2:43
Blossom was a dictionary. Knew how to spell resurrection and the true meaning of revelation.

11
2:59
Blossom the magician transformed winter’s curfew hours into frothing white petals.
3:09
Abracadabra: flowers.

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3:12
3:15

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3:17
I painted every grey cloud in this town I’m all you see
3:20