Tell me, love, who am I fighting for?
On the one hand, I am tired to the point where I want a refund on the entire concept of sleep and trying to write about a movie with a head full of tapioca—both mine and the movie's, really. On the other hand,
spatch just presented me with the Kino Lorber Blu-Ray of the legendarily queer Technicolor noir Desert Fury (1947), which I have wanted to see for pre-pandemic ages, and I am enjoying the local hibiscus.

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I would love to see the art that comes of it.
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I will wait without expectation and approve of the morganite.
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It's eleven feet and five inches of beaded artistic reaction to that hibiscus photo. It's called "the art that comes of it". And it has morganite, other beryl, lots of pink opalite glass, and a whole bunch of Swarovski crystal beads now ungettable.
I just have to count up the beads and calculate the price, which is going to be a truly frightening number. (See also "a whole bunch of Swarovski crystal beads now ungettable.")
I'll be back here with a link once the counting, figuring, and uploading is done.
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It sounds spectacular!
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It lives up to its billing. And it's very hibiscus.
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It was an honor.
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I'm so glad to hear it! Thank you for letting me know. May they be happy together.