Early purple blooms of cosmea, in the sparse grasses, in the granulated earth, pierced and punctured, between two roses struggling: their roots tangle, squeezing each other until one submits and sumptuous oils catch and then release their differences.   Glazed with spice and salt, the roots dig deep into the secrets, lessons learned from The…

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