Hiromi Goto<p>The <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/calypsoorchids" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>calypsoorchids</span></a> are coming up in the forest. They glitter in the dappled light. I kneel, prostrate myself before them. To gaze at their gorgeous lips. To behold their mottled depths. This is a kind of prayer. </p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/wsanecterritory" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wsanecterritory</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/wildorchids" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wildorchids</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/wildorchid" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wildorchid</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/wildflowers" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wildflowers</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/wander" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wander</span></a></p>