

I included a person in that image for size comparison. Pictures don't do it justice. It's this huge, dark flower that blooms desperately once, maybe twice in a person's lifetime. It didn't really smell much, and I was told that when it first opened it was sweating some kind of horrible putrid liquid, but by the time I got to it that had stopped, thankfully. It really was a sight to behold!

Later than evening, after a fabulous dinner at a nearby cuban place, my ex/good friend Elizabeth and I took in a show from the Fringe Festival. Although not the show we intended to see - there were some complications wth our plan - this show was not all awful. It was about two boys, friends, who are accused of planting a bomb at their school. The play examines the roots of violence in the home, although in a not terribly enjoyable/captivating/moving production. Well, that's Fringe for you. You spin the wheel and you take your chances.

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