I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is. (1863)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809 - 92
Lincoln, England
At Pontefract Castle:
Another "flower in the crannied wall" and To Go Cup
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