memories and premonitions of yellow streetlights

That plant back from the desert has been potted - was, straightaway, - but looks very poorly. It had a well developed root system, so maybe it'll pull through. It has no leaves: I chewed them, my last night in the desert. It was a good friend there - we were both so unhappy. I had had a theory that the plant might take to the latitude as a fish to water, but it wasn't to be, so she came home. To the place of Korky the Kat, to further assist with the elucidation of the five pointed star. Two sisters have been put into espresso cups of water: roots are growing already. Vermiculite looks wise.