She wasn’t flowers and cake – she was saw dust, the bitter leaves on the bottom of the tea pot, the last drops of water, the bitterness that time can’t polish. She belongs in a mystery, but who is she?

She wasn’t flowers and cake – she was saw dust, the bitter leaves on the bottom of the tea pot, the last drops of water, the bitterness that time can’t polish. She belongs in a mystery, but who is she?