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September 27, 2004
Orchids appear somewhat alien, more reptilian than plant-like in their curving, lithely creeping stems. The flower lurks in the window of my living room, its shadow falling menacingly towards me, some bizarre creature poised and waiting for a reason to strike. It is altogether disconcerting, its thick, waxen petals and its cruel, delicately curving gape of its maw appearing ready to salivate and bite. Perhaps it is partially its asymmetry, its flowers arranged with a definite top and bottom, an alignment like that of a creature's head. And the mouth, open, waiting, hungry in the midst of a blind face.